A flower dies then another one grows,
A way of life that clearly shows,
That nothing lasts forever it seems,
A familiar face in a pleasant dream,
Calls my name so clearly and,
Waves that old familiar hand,
One moment to be here with me,
Then gone in a whisper,
Such longing to be,
Beside you now just like before,
Nothing lasts forever,
That's for sure.
Jayne Louise Davies
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