.………….as I blade of grass-I will wither

as a beautiful flower-I will fade

my jet black hair will be as silver

and my years will slip into  shade

So… I leave the stories of yesterday

making the most of each

God-given day

-Vivian Zems

Poetry Pantry #495

Source: Psalm 103:15-16

15. and that our days are few and brief, like grass, like flowers, 

16. blown by the wind and gone forever.

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