Every Rose Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Every rose has its true own shading
Of remembered touch of other gone days
Breeze so gently through its petals evading
And with its leaves of verdant then plays
A heart may stand away in silent land
With its futures much so planed and given
But come to days of no more understand
For in its throbs of echoes never liven
Like each of you that have their own believe
In plentiful ways of further on to live
Shall afterwards all those moments relieve
When comes the day of darkness on to give
For every smile there's another shadow
That once in a while shall quench out a glow