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.