These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Faded Roses

Faded roses on the shelf,
once so red the bunch.
Days of life ago were new.
Now, just time for lunch.

Faded roses once were goals,
thoughts so full and free.
Now, they're gone, without much left,
but hoped Eternity.

Faded roses, like the grace
youthful life can give.
Old, the days we can't restore.
Step and breathe to live.

Faded roses in the snow
of a winter's day.
Some things gone we can't get back.
Spring doth next obey.

Faded roses fertilize
gardens we will see.
Tears' regret will water in
Hope for you and me.

Faded roses mark the past.
Days we lived in joy.
Treasuring only what we've done
won't new life employ.

Faded roses, moments' tears,
good enjoyed by all.
Future days to live for God.
Read His daily call.

by Jay O’Toole
on March 15th, 2024