When Do you Know that there is no more to grow And your bloom is at full And you’ll die soon it’s true You can Powder your fade But it’s nowhere the same And you know they can tell You are up on a hill. Looking out at the land and the valley below Do all the buds know It always will show
Beautiful, poignant and true.
Thank you for the kind words about my poem. I wrote it many years ago though it seems to fit now.
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Thanks
@streetstyle
Funny how they keep changing that saying to fit the day.
I like it.. Very true
So happy you felt the truth in my writing.
Thanks for the upvote. Feeling the 42.