take tribulations
like the roses in the wind
whichever way the breeze comes
the roses bow majestically
taking all in their stride
smile and smile to the wind
bow and bow in the wind
take criticisms like the roses
whichever way they come
stand tall like the roses
whichever way the breeze comes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh yes, John...this is a wonderful thought about tribulations and criticisms in life. I will remember this when I see a rose. Raynette