Thorn & Rose Poem by jackilton peachum

A rose, said I? Or yet, said I-a thorn?
Thorns have roses-and that is what I say!
(Though the fool whose flesh is for being torn,
He will be having it the other way!) .
Let him who thinks to pluck a rose- beware!
Beware the angry vine, the vengeful briar!
The rose may call your name, but go with care-
It is the thorn that sets your blood on fire!
Ah, yes, the flower dies with season's close-
But look how long the thorn outlasts the rose!