O bearer, grass and rose so joyful be!
Take heed, for next week, all to dust and clay!
The wine and pick a flower! Soon you’ll see
The flower turned to dust, the grass to hay.
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Author:
mohammad ali (
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Well written
O dear! Thank you!
Very nicely said a poem of aging and death. Well done and a fave
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