Flowers of Man

In a world That promises To take me alive For years we lost tears Sing a soft hymn for me I’m the last one to die So vital are these hours There was a time I blossomed Amongst flowers colorless Enduring this mishandling This absence of life Has brought about A crucial understanding My most precious yet precise nights Moments a strife The timeliness of our departure Has bound us a task due incomplete The misfortune That settles before my feet The dust seemingly bothers me not Memories equal days I may or may not have forgot From villages to standard living We feel age Then elder we become A privilege Decent to In Comfort Has brought about a day’s end “Because we are flowers We are promised expiration But we live again”