RoseAnn V. Shawiak
No Bed Of Roses - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Life has been no bed of roses, only their thorns, having
lost love and life before, regaining it and living through
turmoil and suffering of experiences after that also.
Paid my dues throughout life, have done my time, but have
not committed any crimes, yet still having no sure footing
in this life.
No time to feel sorry for myself, for I have to keep moving
forward, people throughout the world know of me through my
poetry and how I manage to continue writing.
A very few trying to take advantage of my poetical talent
for their own fame and riches, and some few have tried to
do just that without success.
Being so prolific and open, stopping them dead in their
tracks before they can snatch what doesn't belong to them,
but it's sad how some people who have no talent, morals or
ethics try and excuse their bad actions for no good reason.
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