Of all the garden’s fair blossoms, I thought she
Stood apart as beauty’s blessed epitome`:
A rose whose fresh scent and color of deep pink
Would cause passers-by to stop, stare, and think.
Or so ran my thoughts and reasoned story
As I stood in the garden shadow of her glory.
I, whose visage and carriage drew nary a look,
who was frequently passed by in my garden nook.
Until I realized, at last, one summer’s day,
That my passers-by also ignored her on their way.
And the pain and rejection I owned so deeply
Was felt by this fair rose just as bitterly.
I learned that no matter how fair or common we as roses may be,
Our beauty fades, wilts and dies when we’re ignored completely.
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July 31, 2010 at 10:24 pm
Thank you for your friendship Dave. May this flower be pressed in a book and revisited for years to come.