Flowers in the Mud

An age passes as
each petal drops;
In which children
are born,
People living
are shot down,
Factories opened
and jobs lost,
Crops are ruined
and harvests reaped,
Wars begun
and heroes forgotten,
Flags hoisted
and countries felled,

But in my age,
The petals fall to
the dirt at my feet,
Symbolic of nothing
and everything,
A second in which life
stayed the same.

fleur de lis

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