Just A Little
Longer




A cut rose is beautiful
Until the rose petals
Eventually turn yellow
Then one by one
Each of them fall down.


When we are young
Our mobility is unbelievable
Sadly as we grow older
Years seemingly pass faster
Our mobility weakens faster too.


Stopping to smell the roses
Each and everyday of our lives
Will prolong our minds and bodies
Just a little longer
Because our candle will burn slower.


Ralph L. Clark © 2003


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