martin.j. schofield

Rookie (12/18/67 / scarborough, north yorkshire, england)

The Rose Of Death (Q1) - Poem by martin.j. schofield

' Hey Rose, with your scented kiss,
To you, I am thy dearest wish,
So show me not your perfumed bloom;
Surely later, will lead to doom.

Though your head droops lowly,
Death comes early in yesteryear,
You wilt slowly;
Caressed by the morning dews tear.

And now the cold, the dark and the frost,
Will take away from you the loss,
Of fear or hate or worse;
The dour temptation of remorse.

It's not your fault, you did not ask,
To loose your life,
Your soul, your heart;
Even with hard work, with strife;
Farewell Rose and now depart '

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 26, 2012

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