All my life I wanted to tend roses
But the wind ahead of the storm sent their petals flailing.
All my life I wanted to create light
But the wind on the heels of the sunset extinguished it.
All my life I wanted to create beauty
But ugliness raised its fist as stealthily as the undertow
And crushed everything my hand had touched.
All my life I wanted to share beauty with you
But now all I have left to give you is
All my life.