Sunday, February 17, 2008

Roses

Life can never be a bed of roses
the way we wish it to be
full of eternal beauty and loveliness
that's really all we want to see
Forever is only a word
Eternal is not a reality
Roses are armed with thorns
We have to tread carefully
Loveliness is way below the skin
Beauty is in the mind
Life is sometimes a bed of roses
Cherish it when times are fine.

2 comments:

Mei said...

Beautiful poem ! :-)

Cheers
Mei

Mable said...

Thank you :)