The Closed Flower Shop
A poem about our flaws as a person. Especially as we age we change colour into something unique and beautiful in our own way.
As we age,
we feel guilt for not reaching our emotions within,
we borrowed sad emotions from life,
yet you are not keeping your word,
a debt remains as you finally focus on the good within your heart.
It was there, the good within you and I,
so very beautiful but its flower shop never opened,
so this day,
old bones had gone into debt,
it now owed millions of bad emotions back towards life.
An angel had its final say,
wings as white or perhaps golden as the intent itself,
the guardian angel spoke,
paying back this debt to life will bring you misery,
instead come with me,
you will take part in my ancient wisdom,
it brings you peace and harmony.
Your heart or my heart,
The wisdom of old age had its advantage,
you sat yourself down,
wanting to start sharing…
