Another old scribble. _m
Style…
Style is yours, a personal sign, and
Fashion... another’s glee.
Thus avoid the newer trends, where
Some think you ought to be.
By
melting into a reasoned blend
Quiet... and unheeded,
Each
fashion’s, tidal flood and wane,
For you, will pass un-needed.
So set your style to fit your fashion
Your... fashion to fit your
style,
And the art of being over looked,
Puts fashion in your smile.
__I wrote this when I was seventeen, October, 1960. I think now, we are all looking for the first two lines of the third stanza; the change cycles continue... unchanged. _m
*Rose Red Trees*
Rose red trees
Flecked with gold,
The colors of clans
From legends old.
Warmed by the sun
Through a bitter fall day,
Withered by cold
And wafted away.
Then green we see
In season's sun,
To rose red again
Life's cycle run.
