Life's Cycle
On the wings of time life flies.
We love, sing, dance, laugh and cry.
But we know that all that's born, like a
beautiful red rose must someday wither
and die.
That is life's cycle which no one can deny,
but when it's a loved one, head in hands
we continue to cry; Oh! Why? Oh! Why?
Yet, life's cycle…
no one can deny.
Jackie r. kays
©2005
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