By Winston W Wallace

And so it goesYesterday's seeds are tomorrow's roseNothing ever really diesExcept hate and liesLove lives foreverLike an eternal riverWinding its way to the seaCarrying a bit of you and meWe arrive when our life endsWe are the water the river sendsWe evaporate into the skyAnd become a teardrop in someone's eyeOr maybe a raindrop in God's loving soilTo bring new life in a garden of toilAnd the flower once again becomes a roseSo it goes

Winston W Wallace

Winston W Wallace