The wind has stopped, My travel has ceased
A journey is over, My past has increased

Water on my face, Rain or a tear
Comfort of solitude, Nothing to fear

To start again, To change, not settle
A flower still has, One last petal

People I’ve met, Places I’ve seen
A world to ponder, Since I was eighteen

Lessons learned, From a lifetime of living
Seems there was more, Taking than giving

Change is constant, Like water in a kettle
That flower still has, One last petal

To look at one’s self, To open one’s soul
To understand yourself, The ultimate goal

What can be done, With what one will see
To give back to the world, What was given to me

No promise of tomorrow, Is etched in metal
This flower still has, One last petal

My life has changed, Hard to believe
Took longer than, A mid-summer’s eve

Beauty in a flower, Changes each season
Each petal a chance, No rhyme or reason

My life as a flower, My ability to mettle
My flower still has, It’s One Last Petal

Nice one fatp. I appreciate the inspiration even if my inspiration is inversed.

...my I? Write you poem completely inversed?

I can not stop you nor do I want to stop you from writing. However my poems are the property of me.

I get the impression that what you want to write may come across as infringement.

If that is so, here is what I am willing to do.

Go ahead and write it, send me a copy first. I will let you know from there.

Sincerely,
Fatpuppy

Your message was clear in your words so sweet. I have one pedal and one chance to meet. The last chapter I await my prince to play. All our dreams together both night and day. Your words are beautiful and must have come from the heart. Check out my profile and maybe we can start. If not your type I wanted you to know. I enjoyed your words and now I must go.