Reaching the autumn
of my life;
dreading the winter onset:
Today I watched,
the last spring flower
of my life, wither away!
And that little bit
of haven where
my life had docked –
became lost to me!

Au Revoir, my lovely flower –
who gladdened me –
whose aroma – the glow,
was for long the mainstay
of my journey into the years!
Whose cheery morning bloom
the tint, the hue – infused
some sense of purpose, into
the doldrums – that were the days!

The flower now is blown,
The spring at last has gone
So adieu, to those times now past.
Other seasons too bring
their own garbs, their joys,
For life to go on, but ah that spring!
Where the spring flower bloomed!