Garden Of Life

As children we marvel
at the endless possibilities
the hours of play, 
the many hiding places

As adults we wonder
were all the fun as gone
work, responsibility
make us want to run

As elders we look 
upon the years gone by
the memories the laughter
and all the tears we cried

As we grow, live and die
the garden of life
remains the same
its flowers more beautiful
as the years go by

©Carmen Wedemeyer

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