The Rose Poem by Roger Wilson

The rose has thorns to teach us of the bitter and the sweet
Like dreams of love and passion and how the two compete

How bitter be the rose when it cuts us with its stings
But we seek its structured beauty to dream of other things

We know that when we pluck the rose its petals soon will fall
Yet it is the nectars fragrance we covet to recall

We may at times obtain the rose without its barbs to meet
But would we ever learn from life the bitter and the sweet