The Blossoming Elderly
Where are all the elderly?
Where did they all o?
Like a blossom they withdraw
From the bitter sorry cold.
Just caress a little bit
With warmth fro the cold
And you'll find they're in your hands
And the blossom's now a rose.
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
Copyright © Brenda Rose | Year Posted 2015
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