Wilting Roses

Wilting roses fall from stem

carried by wind along the grass and dew,

Tears no longer salt the earth

But my world has not forgotten you.

You are not there

It's not for you this fresh bouquet,

I come here to remember

And see my respects are paid.

You gave so much

Your time, yourself,

It's only right I go on

with your lessons, I'm compelled.

I will play my part

Time will make history of us both,

But you will live on in those we leave behind

And I will meet you on the new coast.

You will live on in those we leave behind,

And I will meet you on the new coast.