Fleeting Rose…temporary within eternity
The rose wilts, its petals curl in,
and that fragrance sours to a bitter remnant
of the beauty it once held,
as brown becomes the velvet red,
drying soft to a cold brittle bed,
and those thorns the only facet
untouched by death.
How does beauty fall so easily,
one day in bloom, the next consumed,
and the stench of rotting life fills the air,
and so are we the rose,
the bloom in youth to fade
to dried necrotic states,
all thoughts and memories in slumber.
Accepting beauty is accepting change,
as life in cycles commands,
and change the penalty of evolving time,
from dust and to dust we shall go,
a resounding truth in rhyme,
as rise and fall attest life’s intent,
experience of each cycle our content.
And the rose a symbol of our love,
our beauty found in life and soul,
and just as love can pervade a life,
its ending can destroy, bestow a mark,
as beauty may seem elusive,
when change and death provoke,
but we are more than temporary
in the eternal evolving scope.
Tony DeLorger © 2016
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