'Tis Mankind's Tragedy;
Loss is both Necessary and Unavoidable.
Adding Insult to Injury,
Like Life in itself wasn't Sufficiently...
Fleeting...
As if it were Manure..
Like we are supposed to Know
We should Grow More..
The more Shit is sent our Way.
Life is full of the Reminder of it's End.
Death and Decay...
Ha..
More Manure I guess.
Though I wonder...
Will They still Love the Rose,
If they Know the Rose Stinks.
I Think Not.
Death, Loss, Tears.
A Little Water on the Graveside,
Songs sung...
As If He Heard.
Then Again..
The Roses needed a Bit of Water.
And I Hear Singing does them Well.
As Painful as it was...
The Days of Manure and Teardrops?
They Shall End.
For even Deathbed Roses need Sunshine.
