The Rose

A Seniors' Poem

THE ROSE

 

Sitting quietly

Listening to his beard grow grey

An old man nods; at peace, among the roses

Where once he romped with youthful energy.

 

His time of romping has passed.

Now is the time for quiet contemplation of the verities

And for appreciation of contentment

While roses bloom in agreement.

 

The long/short journey of his life is closing. It matters not,

For in his life he accomplished a great deed.

He planted a rose;

A watchful guide for those who will come after him.

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Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

Yes, a lot of us feel that way. I wonder how many of us planted a rose!

[D Muller]

I find that your poetry is generally good, but you set the bar so high with the "Old Man sitting in the Sun", and "Memories" that this one just didn't make it. I wish I read this first, perhaps I would have felt differently about it, because there is nothing wrong with it

[Marie]

Planting is a gift to the future.

Unfortunately, I never do it. My own rose died, and I didn't evenplant that myself.