The Withered Rose .........
If beauty is like a rose,
then it will also have a thorn.
Before you know it,
you’ll get pricked,
then you’ll feel the sting of that beauty.
Was it worth it then?
If beauty is like a rose,
then you’ll have to nurture it properly.
Lest it shall die and in it’s place
you’ll find nothing
but an ugly weed.
If beauty is like a rose,
then in time it will wither.
The petals will fall and in it’s place
nothing will be,
even when nurtured,
the petals will fall
and be scattered in the wind.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
~ The Withered Rose ~
Posted by fzia at 8:10 AM
Labels: poem (life)
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
0 comments:
Post a Comment