The Rose of Days Passed

The Rose of Days Passed

 

Budding and docile, so it remained,

Innocent and radiant,

It soaked up the sun and enjoyed the showers of the clouds,

The world was so full of life,

There were no worries in the world,

Until the soil became corrupt,

The ground from which it grew suddenly betrayed the rose,

From which the rose relied on, its only support,

Swept out from under it.

The weeds grew, trying to ensnare its life,

Sickness running rife,

The rose had blossomed but now it was dying,

Suddenly the clouds seemed darker,

The sun became concealed,

And the song began to die,

Able to discern the past and present,

Understand the future,

It can barely breathe in now,

I know it’s hard for you to believe,

What was once there becomes a ghost,

The rose has acknowledged it’s fate,

And it will die whole,

It can almost taste it,

But death never comes…

 

Aspiring and acquiescent, so it remained,

Guiltless and incandescent,

He soaked up the joys of life and enjoyed the tranquility of the rain,

The world was so full of life,

There were worries in the world,

They were known,

The family from which he blossomed suddenly betrayed him,

From which he relied on heavily, fell out underneath him,

Swept out from under him.

The sorrows grew, the pain overwhelmed,

This depression ran wild,

The son had bloomed but now he was dying,

Suddenly the world seemed darker,

The joy became cloaked,

And the song began to die out.

Unable to discern the past and present,

Misunderstanding the future,

He can barely breathe now,

I know it’s easy for you to believe,

What is now there will become a ghost,

The son has acknowledged his destiny,

And he will die whole,

He can almost feel it,

But life never comes back.