Life And Death

 Life and Death 

The poinsettia has died—
I tried.
 
As best I could—
Anyone would.
 
Bathed in natural light—
Warm and bright.
 
Watered now and then—
Just say when.
 
More Christmas joy brought—
I thought.
 
Auld Lang Syne and table set—
“A cup of kindness yet.”
 
Cupid launched his missile—
Made lovers smile.
 
Easter’s promise. He cleansed our sins—
Everybody wins!
 
Saint Patrick listened to March say—
“Corned beef okay?”
 
Mother’s Day we all know—
Miss her so!
 
Memorial Day, too high a cost—
Brave lives lost.
 
The poinsettia has died—
I tried.

As for me—
What will be, will be.
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