An Ode to a Dying Lizard in a Rose
It is done
I have lived my life
I have had my children
I have built my house
But it is done
As I lay in this rose
Sweet and soft
Silky yet sorrowful
All the while knowing
It is done
The light is coming
But I am satisfied
For I know
While I lay on this flower
That it is done
-Lizard
This poem is about:
Our world