By May Kwek
If I could pick a flower
of which I could praise
I would pick a rose
but not for beauty I say
But for its stems
hard and strong
so far from a lily's
willowy form
And for its thorns
which are so hard to touch
red from many
careless grasp
Anyone can see beauty
in the form of a rose
but often for its flower
and its sunshine glow
But not for its stems
and nor for its thorns
these we detest
with disdainful scorn
How easily we forget
the importance of these!
And care only for its beauty
the flower beyond reach
For the stems and the thorns
though treated with unfair scorn
protects this lovely flower
so that it lasts long
So don't praise the rose for beauty
for that does not last long
but for its strength through adversity
which would help it carry on
Copyright © 2011 by May Kwek
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