Beauty has an ending, all things
Will fade and die, youth spent,
Gone by and by. Soon it is all
Forgotten, like goldenrods when
Fallen to dust, dead, dead, dead.
Come back, sweet youth, hands
Reach, eyes yearn, hearts will
Bleed for love, but alas youth
Will not return. Age leaves us
Like winter snow, the time cannot
Return and you find yourself old,
Old, old.
The cloud of time whirls slowly
While we wait for the last leaf to
Fall, and when the end comes
It will not matter at all. Youth,
Sweet youth, we drink it in like
Honey wine, as we knew that it
Would go quickly, like time, time,
2013©annjohnsonmurphree
ann johnson-murphree 
My gosh, life’s cycle in perpetual motion. 😉
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