Surrounded by much younger blooms,
She wept for her lost youth.The petals dropping from her eyes
Proof of the bitter truth.
Though, as each petal slipped away
And she watched lost dreams die,Still many more dreams would live on
In the young blooms near by.
Thus she was not ashamed to weep
Her tears of loss and joy,And ever was her face upturned,
Her last days to enjoy.
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