Aging …

  Flowers on my mind. An old flower is still old, isn’t it? But a flower still, right? 

So, why do (wo)men grouse with aging? Why do we blame life for moving us along?
Flowers on my mind. An old flower whithers right? But a flower still!?
So, why should do wo(men) strive to destroy memories of the past, to chase an illusion of perpetual youth? 
Flowers on my mind. A rose in all season still perfumes its environment, right? And it’s torn still prickly?
So, aging need not be an offense, because flowers are still rosy, no matter their season!
My tots. What d’ya think?

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