When It Comes New Poem by Tony Adah

When It Comes New



When it comes new
It's so splendid and looks
Like a rose in the morning dew
When it gets old it
Is rotten and putrid like
A mushroom in the evening sun
Man gets his share
Plants have their own
And a polished pebble
From a tsunamis stream
At last gets moss grown.

Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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