God's Roses Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
God's Roses
In life there are, you know it, those
who'll pluck the most exquisite rose
in selfish greed and place it in
a vase, and, later, in the bin.
The rose, you also know, was grown
to brighten lives all on its own,
a part of Nature, just like trees
and busybody honeybees.
Now, it is also known to all
that those who truly have the gall
to take what grows there, in the wild
as God's own legacy, his child
are those who never had a dream,
they stand and raise their fists and scream
up to the clouds to rant and rave
and think themselves as rather brave.
They will not touch the common tools,
and think that working is for fools.
They yell at God that He has grown
few roses for them all to own.
I took this poem to mean there are many ''takers'' in this world. The people who think the world is ''for them'', like they are owed something yet are not willing to work for anything. Very lovely poem Herbert. Sincerely, Mary
I agree Herbert, I hate seeing cut flowers although I worked with them for many years. I hate to see also children/adults pick flowers in parks and then throw them down on the ground to die. It's such vandalism, and so unappreciating of these wonderful blooms that we can enjoy through the year. Lovely poem with a great statement. Love Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I was looking for a poem I wrote a long time ago on the innocence of the rose. I'll send it to you when I find it..but enjoyed this Herbert. So many weeds in a garden. xoxo Angie