Thoughts Are Like Strewn Petals Poem by me poet yeps poet

With age all gardens go dry
why women can't lie

they are GARDENS OF YESTERDAY
more will come every day

A GARDEN IS A JOY FOR EVER
SO ALSO Women are

but as time changes
so does women's ROLE
so be prepared
all time every time

all times are no GOLD

later in the market everything is sold
women also become old
now no more like ever shining DIAMOND NOR GOLD

So accept the INEVITABLE change
as it comes
we all are human
and
have to be DONE

SPARED IS NONE

no man nor woman
handsome or random

we all lose our ransom