Growing Along
Not as I had thought
No sullen days have i
Only ten strands of gray and white
Then, well what is my plea?
My stance on the issue of growing?
Yes, it's growing.
Never older
Maybe younger add in
Spoons of laughter.
There wether fair WEATHER
What ever comes after
Neither never does the soul
Know it's growing along
With tulips by the edge of
The creek growing along with
Roses in the garden. In the
Valleys between mountains peak
Oh those Every day the BLUEST of roses
Attractive and at every passerby
They relay a performance so
Placid and all the faces are graced
With quiet dismay.
Copyright © Val Brooklyn Rogers Blk Panther | Year Posted 2018
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