Early Poem For The Day | Arthritis Information

Life comes in as a surprise,

With the wide-eyed wonder

of youth.

Everyday always something new.

The carefree of childhood,

Slowly gives way to adulthood,

with all it’s trials and tribulations.

Yet, with every passing year it seems to be,

more precious than the last.

Suddenly we spend more time

watching flowers grow,

and listening to every song the birds sing.

One day the birds stop their songs.

The blooms fade away from the flowers,

and we, as with the life of all,

wither away as the bloom in the fall

and the angles come to take us home.

That’s when flowers weep.