Life is like the petals of a rose
Frail with many petals
Each petal a part of your life
Some sweeter than others
But all there for just a short time
Soon they die away
Leaving all the thought
Of what it left behind
But on the stem a new bud will form
And the process starts over
If we want our life to linger
Long after we are gone
We have to make life all that it can be
For one day our petals will blow away
With it all we were unless we have left
Our life in someone's memory
As a precious petal in the wind
Life is ours what we make of it
Is our choice.
