Nothing Lasts

RUBY TUESDAY

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NOTHING LASTS

This photograph is reminding me

Of the sadness of mortality.

I'm not a gardener; I don't claim

To know this scarlet beauty's name.

It just took my fancy one fine day

When I was up Port Stephen's way.

Joan, my friend, showed it with pride,

But then, in the course of time, it died.

I took this shot five years ago,

When it put on a charming show.

Since then there have been hours and hours

And flowers and flowers and flowers and flowers.

This radiant bloom fell to the earth

So other flowers could have their birth.

It enriched the soil for another bloom,

Making way for it, making room.

And I know that I'll go that way too.

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But I can't accept it!

Neither can you!

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A Simple ABC
VERANDA

There was a young man from Uganda
Who saw a girl on a veranda.
He tried his technique
For more than a week,
But she wouldn't play goose to his gander.
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