Nov Poem - Eyes is how i look at you

A swan paddling down the lake Showered by roses red Two faces it wore to keep its pride No matter day or night. A white feathered swan with such long legs Divine, they say, such beauty Not as perfect as people had longed As they do strive to keep themselves steady. A glorious white swan of unblemished feathers Is trapped in bouquets of black lilies "Perseverance and patience is needed," it said "To return to the land of iris". At youth called ugly, a duckling Not much experience nor knowledge Later on, it was called a swan For it gained a lot at the end. Now quietly and gently it paddled with grace Aged but full of beauty A swansong for everybody to embrace As we scatter it rosemary. =yuu kaito=