The Rose - Poem by Mickel Allen
The Rose so fragrant to the nose
When left unkept wildly it grows
And if not trimmed and cared for gently
Soon will wither and lose its beauty
For like all things on earth that dwell.
Though seemingly strong, pretty or well
They too have thorns that protect them
Leaves and a stem that surround and support them
Likewise mere mortals if disregarded and ill-treated
will die, detach or by others be rejected.
Take heed the next time you walk by a rose
To appreciate the beauty it emits to the nose
For its appearance though radiant
Could easily change were it not tended
And nurtured each day in a timely and gentle way
A rose is so much like a human you see
It has a heart and character though still it may be
It is a variety with poise and beauty protected by thorns
But like humans when left by themselves unattended
No love, no warmth, no assistance, being unfriended
Soon breaks down petal by petal leaving nothing behind
But the somewhat tarnished memories of its seemingly beautiful life.
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