Like All Things With Time Roses Whither Away

Like all things with time roses whither away,
as does the frail beauty of lingering youth
which comes to sweet perfection on a day,
the waning of life is an ultimate truth,

as life and living is not what it seem
and daily we do live and play wantonly
while like roses, life is fair as we do deem,
but destiny strikes uncommonly

while all of life, living is just a show
in which some joy and some errors are made,
while with love at times we do like roses glow,
with time everything does eventually fade,

while at a time the canker of death lies,
even in the most beautiful of eyes.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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