Wilting Naturally.

Love is a long running machine
But eventually sputters out and dies
Age kills in between
But no one is the wiser

Beauty lasts as long as a morning,
Age takes that too
But give a subtle warning
All in open view

Memory has few good years
And brings loads of shame
Going against all of our fears
But Age just lays claim

It is depressing,
but the flower of life
For everyone
Wilts naturally





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carolle said...
Jun. 12, 2013 at 11:30 pm
nice poem i like specially the third stanza  
 
lollieluvers said...
Jun. 12, 2013 at 6:47 pm
i like it.
 
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