The Bent Rose Poem by Rene BalugTinquilan

There's nothing more splendid to see
Than to a rose growing happily
In the garden of beauties he stay
And live his life without misery


But the wind blows fiercely the next day
His stem has bent, to the ground he lay
He lost his beauty, he lost his gay
To help him stand, nobody will say

He weep every night and every day
And curse who made him suffer this way
He question who give him destiny
Thinking to end his life easily


Next day, he felt the heat of the sun
As if someone embraced him with warm
Hope has come, sadness from him has gone
Thanking the sun for the helping hand


He remember his roots are still there
And few green leaves to the eyes so dear
The stem still endure the pain it bear
Even though the bent break it so near


He tried to stand and look up with pride
That from great misery he survived
'Coz he know now the beauty of life
As long as God never leave his side