The rose of life, it blooms but once
And we must grasp the day
We never know when the petals will fall
Or when they will wither away

The beauty lies in the baby's breath
The brand new start to life
The little bud unfurls and grows
And withers with all the strife

Friendship is, as a rose among thorns..
We weed and we nurture with care
We must be a friend through the good and bad
Not run when the thorns are there

The rose it starts as a tiny bulb
And blooms as it climbs the wall
As with the delicate petals in bloom
Life is short, so weep not at all

But let the love of friendship blossom
And mingle among the thorns
And let the vines of life climb high
For the beauty of which it was born

By ImAuthor4U@aol.com

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