The sweet summer rose
Glistened with cold dew
Such effortless beauty, such graceful pose,
this rose, loved by all,
For it is no secret that,
only roses are the bell of the ball
But spare a thought for those thorns,
those who are forced beneath beauty's shadow
those who are not adorned with pretty petals,
those who have life hard,
those who work for every yard
those who beleive in humility,
loyalty, decency and humanity
those whose eyes can no longer cry
those whose lips no longer ask why.
Spare a thought for those grateful beings
who love, cherish and value every aspect of life,
who don't winge because they are plagued with strife,
but bite their lip and soldier on...
For when the winds of time
blow those pretty petals away,
that rose becomes just as bleak as clay,
and that thorn looks to the sun, as if to say,
thank you, for letting me live to see another day.
those whose lips no longer ask why. Spare a thought for those grateful beings who love, cherish and value every aspect of life, who don't winge because they are plagued with strife, ....................oh what a beauty of glaze by words to the legions who serve for life to harvest through dulcet tones, yet ingenious my imagery,10+++++, thanks for sharing
Beautiful poem on rose with a bit philosophical touch of meanings. Beautiy and bitterness of life are side by side in this poem. Lovely write, Neil. Best Regards Naseer
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I would like to translate this poem
Life is so short and so precious as the delicate petals of a rose. Let's learn to appreciate the beauty of life's offerings and give thanks to our Lord, cause we never know what tomorrow will bring. I love this poem. thanks for sharing: -)