Tag Archives: Poem about Mortality

Roses Pink

Roses Pink

Roses Pink

Roses Pink

Roses pink are the sign of my morning,
Symbols of hope for the new-waking day,
Both a greeting of peace and dire warning,
That all things pure and precious pass away.
What is death if we know a day of life?
What is loss if we love but an hour?
All the heavy hurt of our mortal strife,
Redeemed by the blossoms of a flower!
How fragile are the petals of being!
How weakly clings the dew upon the leaves!
How fleeting is this sight I am seeing,
For soon this tender moment wilts and grieves!

The thorns and tendrils of impending death
Magnify the worth of each fragrant breath!

~ Daniel F Mitchell

Say That It Was Not In Vain

Say That It Was Not In Vain

Say That It Was Not In Vain

Say That It Was Not in Vain

Say that it was not in vain.
Accept the loss.
Endure the pain.
Let the dice fall where they will.
May your troubled heart be still.
At the ending of the day,
When all hope has passed away,
Though time leaves no lasting gain,
Say that it was not in vain.

~ Daniel F Mitchell