Yellow roses at my front door.
Smiling perfumed faces
Greet me at home
Only for limited days
But far better than
A greeting from trouble
No matter in what disguise
For a lifetime
And so they grow
They are gentle and lap up
The water and wishes I lay
Upon them.
Yellow Roses of my life
Once rescued from the trash
Now greeting me
In smiling strength
And boundless happy beauty
That's a good reward.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Geoffrey, such a lovely write👍👍👍
Bernard...You do me an honour. Thank you very much.Geoffrey.