We each have a beautiful rose Yet prickly ones appear every now and then. A soft cloud patch we wish for Yet storms comes through too. Aromas of love from our friends We get With A few tears by them that reject us. A little at a time we live Living in our world Of…… Continue reading Our world
That rose perhaps You should send me today Tomorrow ain’t for me “I” may be for the pine box. Send me the rose With a note that speaks your heart Give me the rose and your words Not in my pine box Not on my grave Not with a goodbye wave; But a hug. Not…… Continue reading The Rose!