The Bloom Off the Flower,The Dying of the Rose

The Bloom Off The Flower, Dying Of The Rose Old,blind and very ill, they wait to die Growing cold with chill they sadly lie. Ravages of Time eats away heart and might Until sunny day becomes a darkened night. In this world Time brings on that spirit Savaging body, so silent we never hear it. Broken down,resting in an old folk's home Sad dying souls never again to ever roam. As Death arrives there is no ringing bell only the one way trip, to Heaven or Hell. Or the trip into a dark and long dirt nap buried deep into the grave's earthen trap. What was once singing, love and solid gold now is sin's judgment on these dying old. Bloom off the flower, dying of the rose all facing it cry mournfully as it goes! Robert J. Lindley, 06-18-2015 Note: A dark one but much truth rests deep within. Copyright © 2015 Robert Lindley