Life

by Skyler   Feb 17, 2003


Life is like a rose.
Each day goes by as a petal falls.
Each day it grows a little,
But that is all.

When it first started it was able to fit in your palm.
Now, it is too big to even hold at all.
Then at the end, the rose will wilt.
But never die,
It will just sit there wilting away.
Until all is gone.

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  • 19 years ago

    by boo boo

    I like it goood job!

  • 19 years ago

    by angelic_baby14

    very true and interesting poem