Where Silver Tears Do Rust

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Yesterday's Rose...1985

A flower only blossoms once.
This, we all know to be true.
But love can blossom several times.
I learned this, when I met you.
Someone taught me long ago;
'Twas a far better thing indeed,
To give of yourself to those you care for
Although it may cause your heart to bleed.
So I've gone on giving freely;
While my heart took all the blows;
Knowing that I'd be left alone;
A mere memory;
Like yesterday's rose.
Yesterday's rose is humble;
Yet every petal still holds fast;
That she may still give pleasure
To the eye of those who pass.
A petal from her blossom falls.
The dew sets down upon her smile.
Yet, she still gives of herself;
That she may feel joy for a short while.
So, I stand alone again;
And like the rose of yesterday;
I'll still seek to give of myself;
That I may bring love and joy your way.
A flower blossoms only once.
This, we all know to be true.
Love can blossom several times.
This, I learned, when I met you...

L.A.McNabb
15 December, 1985

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Yesterday`s Rose...1985