flowers bloom
and flowers die
and so will you
and so will I

we'll bloom
until our color's spent -
we're naught,
if not impermanent.

we'll cut new flowers,
fill our vase
and when they're through
we'll just replace them

-so the world
does with us all;
like autumn leaves,
we'll drift and fall

so save your tears
and grief and guilt;
we haven't failed-
it's how we're built

the world goes on spinning
without you and I -
like flowers we bloom
and like flowers we die.

03/12/2006

Posted on 05/25/2008
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