We All Die

I will not plant a flower because I know that it will die I will not have another relationship because I hate to say goodbye, Though the nature of man is love, and with him beauty to surround But, for me to anyone or anything never again will I ever be bound. I once planted myself flowers, but then they all died I was cheated on by my spouse, so for love I gave up and cried, On beauty and love no longer will I even hope for or even try Sooner or later everything I had known or loved; it will die. I bought artificial flowers which I placed in my house I gave up on relationships especially wanting another spouse, Everything that is living about us someday surely dies In my yard are rotting dead leaves, I wondered what is their prize? I know that my artificial flowers will outlive me I know that being alone sets myself lonely, but sadness free, Someday everything dies and all books will be left unread Even when I pray to GOD, I know that someday he will want me dead. Randy L. McClave