The Rose by Audrey Kee

Life’s pathway is a bed of roses
Filled with sweet fragrances
Colors of every hue tantalize the eye
Soft and silky as the rose petal
And along the stem come the thorns
To prick your fingers.

Life has a way of planting special roses
Along one’s pathway
For one to encounter and savor
At those times that life
Pricks one’s finger.
As if to say “Look beyond the hurt
To see, to feel, to smell the beauty of the rose.”

Though the life of the rose may be short
Let its lessons be long lived
So that one may enjoy
The beauty of the rose forever.