Passion Reborn

Many think wisdom comes with the years;
I’ve come to believe that it’s true;
we deal with our sorrows and hide our tears;
anticipating our future venue.

As I look back on the people I’ve known;
thoughts of their goodness, flow by;
it’s because of them all; that I have grown;
now, that they’re gone, makes me cry.

They looked upon those, who came before;
in a somewhat similar fashion;
there was so much love, in those we adore;
multiple generations of passion.

Where has all of that passion now gone;
its loss, only causes more pain;
for another season; many must live on;
believing, that loss brings gain.

We all are the spirit of passion and love;
like the flowers; in season, we grow;
destined to return to thoughts, above;
for that’s how life tends to flow.

Love is the rose; planted in the garden;
close to the tree of life;
a crown of its thorns sufficed for a pardon;
love then became a wife.

We were planted as love; born to die;
everything happens for a reason;
death is a womb; there’s no need to cry;
passion is reborn; every season;

Monty 9/12/23. # 1,789