What Remains

Mon, 06/24/2019 - 17:17 -- Luis R.

Life is fleeting, but death can remain.

When our favorite flower withers, what are we to do?

“Embrace it” they say; no truer words can they spew.

To learn from the past is to learn from pain,

Past these lessons learned, only fond memories remain.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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