About Time

In the life of a rose, I've lived and died 100 times

You've watched me open, bloom, wilt, rot

And start over (Start over)

You watch me again, and again, and again, and again

And each time

My time, measured in light, final breaths, finding, losing

Time, giving so much

And then taking everything away

And I wonder this time, next year, what will it look like?

With my guesses so often, so wrong

I wonder what beginning, what end waits for me

Will I have accepted the things that I cannot change?

And will I have changed the things I cannot accept?

This time, next time, about time