Tuesday, 25 September 2018

Much That Withers...




Flowers fade

Their petals fall

Man grows old

No longer walks tall

Summer shrinks

At winters tread

Yet

Much that withers

Is not dead




Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard




2 comments:

  1. So crafty...your wording, I mean. I couldn’t help thinking of my withering self here, Lynn...ha ha! I’m not dead yet!

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  2. Hahaha! And I'm certainly glad you're not!...I do wonedr abut myself, sometimes, though ;) xx

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