Petals Falling

I took health for granted,

my youth like a rose

 

To bloom in the present,

till thorns would depose

 

Attacking my body,

invading my mind

 

The sleep I’d grown used to,

much harder to find

 

Not a cold or a fever

for so many a year

 

No matter the weather,

with nothing to fear

 

But time is recalling

its card worn and thin

 

Infirmity threatens

—death budding within

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2020)

 

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