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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