Yesterdays Rose

Yesterdays Rose

Yesterdays rose with its colors faded

Among youthful buds its features jaded

Wilted petals hang somber and bowed

A shadowed form of what once was proud

A passing beauty that’s reached a stage

Like a passage in a book as we turn a page

An aroma lingers a sweet fading scent

A wistful remembrance of an essence spent

It leaves a legacy that’s never ending

A time remembered from a life that’s pending

A flowering bud on a bush unfolds

With renewal and rebirth from a past that molds

Are we the rose of a summer past

That leaves a memory of a shadow cast

From the past

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