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The Roses of Time

Why do dying roses smell sweeter than young buds?

Why is tried and true compassion sweeter than young love?

What sort of wisdom is it that experience brings to life?

What joy unfolds in age that’s unattained in early life?

The genius of old age must bring advantage through most strife.

 

What changes through the bows of time that gifts to age its flavor?

What changes that creates the shifts of memories we savor?

Why does our very perspective move from black and white to color?

Why does sweetness become defined by the number of scenes in color?

There must be a sort of lack of luster that makes our young lives duller.

 

Is there a way that young can gain a drop of the oil of age?

Is there a lesson that we can learn from the wisdom of the sage?

What kind of love does discernment produce that endures all through and through?

What kind of God gives strength to love that fills our hearts so through?

God’s gift for us at the end of life must be sweetness that is true.

 

Why do dying roses smell sweeter than young buds?

Why is tried and true compassion sweeter than young love?

Because through time’s long passage of age, passion and ambition fade, but peace remains through wisdom’s tongue, and love is defined by God above.

 

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