when flowers their bright petals lose
in sadness please do not confuse
dying with ripening to seed
as ovules serve the blossom's need
and we too that now here must age
whilst bypassing sadness and rage
with kernels of wisdom enthrone
the passage of time do condone
and daring to age with aplomb
over hills and valleys we roam
'tis loving that helps life to last
as future we pluck from the past...
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