Days may come and days may go
One thing I know for sure
The last rose of summer
Is perfect and so pure.

Flowers are a blessing
Just like all my friend's
Many days of happiness
With both I can spend.
 

The days of summer comes to an end
Yet one thing is true
The roses will surely hibernate
Yet I'll have a friend in you.

So have a blessed day my friend
A night of blissful sleep
Sending a last rose of summer
In a gift that you can keep.

~From Me To You~

Ginny Bryant©

Journey Of Love

NOTE: Ginny's poetry and verse is Copyright through
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