THE ROSE
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown For the world was intent on dragging me down And if that weren’t enough to ruin my day A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play. He stood right before me with his hand tilted down And with great excitement, “Look what I found!” In his hand was a rose, what a pitiful sight With it’s petals all worn – not enough rain or too little light. Wanting him to take his dead rose and go off to play I faked a small smile and then shifted away. …