Of Tulips and Aging

I found this poem about growing older . I rather liked it and would definitely rather be a red tulip than an iris. I spend a lot of my time with older people in care . Lots of irises and some tulips.
Tomorrow my blip will be of the wee one's birthday party which will fun :-) I think my journal must seem very intense and serious for some people . But for tonight this poem by Edith Joy Scovell

The Deaths of Flowers

I would if I could choose
Age and die outwards as a tulip does;
Not as this iris drawing in, in-coiling
Its complex strange taut inflorescence, willing
Itself a bud again - though all achieved is
No more than a clenched sadness,

The tears of gum not flowing.
I would choose the tulips reckless way of going;
Whose petals answer light, altering by fractions
From closed to wide, from one through many perfections,
Till wrecked, flamboyant, strayed beyond recall,
Like flakes of fire they piecemeal fall.

© Edith Joy Scovell . All rights reserved