As flowers fade

I woke to find a world in bloom,
I grew, felt feelings could not jade,
matured, to principles assume, -
synapses slowed, eyes dimmed, hair greyed,
parade band silent, spent perfume.
I passed as fast as flowers fade.

Although decayed, or dust-in-tomb,
I trust Man’s lust may be repaid
in kind to meet deservèd doom
to compensate for way mislaid
where there for ethics little room
seems granted, - Nature disobeyed.

When stealth and wealth, climatic gloom,
waves stimulate, through greed displayed,
consumers rash themselves consume,
ignoring signals strong, must wade
while scavenging through viral womb
tale rats for scraps pollution sprayed...

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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