Life Itself Come Finally To Yield Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

When young you were as stunning as the dawn
Red clouds threatening an impending storm
Older you are as lovely as the dusk
Quiet in twilight now the storm has passed.

Though darling buds fierce rain erases
Rough winds will test but strengthen seasoned boughs
And ruined choirs make perfect resting places
As the sun's now waning power still shows.

No stranger to contempt, defeat and strife
You little thought your day would last this long
But the showers of summer brought new life:
This the miracle that comes of staying strong

Time's bounty and its scars alike revealed
That life itself comes finally to yield.