Life is like a rose,
It blossoms and wilts, and yet,
I feel no guilt.
As the rose blossoms,
You grow old and you might even have a child.
Life is short but meaningful,
Yet it can leave a person feeling dull.
As the rose wilts,
You pass away and
Your family might leave rose petals,
to wish you a good day.
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