A withered rose to represent,
the tie that binds, damaged and bent.
Those times we spent,came to an end,
ran out of space, to make amends.
They got your ears, fed them with lies
you should have known me deep inside.
Unpleasant looks filled up your eyes,
did not defend, instead, I sighed.
A stranger’s face is what I seen
when I last saw you look at me.
Old days are lost, will never be,
for the best good, we both agree.
Let’s laugh at times from our past,
a youthful space with no contrast.
Imagined games, we wished could last,
enjoying life, having a blast.
Wish you the best, from dawn to dusk,
may we both find friends we can trust,
my life is good as it adjusts,
aged memories transform to dust.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Oh Grace, wow…this is just amazing!!! I so relate to this piece and it’s something I needed to read – so, thank you for this gem!!!! The ending is sublime too…you are quite a beautiful and talented writer!! Much love, my friend 🖤🤗
Thank you so much Ace. I truly appreciate your kind words. Feeling so happy that it touched you my friend.🙏 ❤️
Gorgeous!!!
Thank you so much. Glad you enjoyed.❤️
fruitful blog
Thank you Mina. Glad you are enjoying it.❤️
Kindly shall i know your good name?
So i can call you in my comments
My name is Grace.
Nice to meet you Grace the great writer
Thank you.Nice to meet you too.😊
Wonderful!!🤗
Thank you so much.❤️