11-02-2014, 11:39 AM
A flower in full bloom can't stay,
Yet knows not that it must go;
As perhaps one might decline each day
And of life's cruel design not know.
But I, not blessed with falsities,
Fall victim to despair.
Oh, how sweet the ironies
That I, success won't spare.
The cause of my mortality
Reveals itself, when applied,
As my own mentality;
And to this, I must subside.
[edited to fix typo, originally mentality said mortality]
Yet knows not that it must go;
As perhaps one might decline each day
And of life's cruel design not know.
But I, not blessed with falsities,
Fall victim to despair.
Oh, how sweet the ironies
That I, success won't spare.
The cause of my mortality
Reveals itself, when applied,
As my own mentality;
And to this, I must subside.
[edited to fix typo, originally mentality said mortality]