Every Rose

(mid September, 2009)
 
They said it some years ago now
"Every Rose Has Its Thorn"
Oh, how they hurt
And torment me

And too
Those blooms I sneeze
And choke on their beauty
I can't go like this!

A rose is but a flower
It will pass soon
And return another year

How beautiful it looked
From a-far
But up close
Something new