time back, a friend gave me a single rose grown
in her garden. I was told to watch it, and
record the thoughts I received from it for three
consecutive days. The story that follow is the
result of that exercise...
evening I received my future. I was given
explicit instructions: no one but myself could
touch it, tho others could smell; I was to
keep it well nourished, talk to it, keep it
happy, and keep a day-by-day account of all
future is as that of a Rose.
It is soft, delicate, beautiful.
But it contains thorns.
Shall I remain on the tenderness
of the petals or take my
chances on the stem?
Just as the petals are upward
and the thorns downward,
so are Heaven and hell.
I shall have many decisions
to make in my future,
and time is flying by.
future is in full bloom. These are the happy
years. The carefree times when love surrounds me
and I am serene. I am well aware of the fact
that soon I will become old and gray, the lovely
locks of my hair will change color. Yes, just
as a rose, the time is nearing in which my
petals of youth will be no more. This saddens my
heart. Yet, what is life?
To be born, to sprout up,
to grow, to be beautiful
to darken with age,
I am a rose.
Painful can be the thorns.
Those around me complete
I shall live.
I shall die.
I shall live again.
look back on my days of beauty and youth with a
feeling of sadness and lonliness. Was that
person really me? All lovely, fresh and
dew-kissed? For today I find myself bloomed out
too far for beauty, and gray around the edges.
Oh, if only I had enjoyed my youth with gaiety
and laughter. But no, I have aged far too fast.
I spent my younger days worrying about what the
future held in store for me. I shall now enjoy
what is left of me before I completely fade
How thou art beautiful.
Thy petals show the
serenity of confidence.
If only I could share
thy beauty and serenity.
Yet, inner beauty is serenity,
and we all must strive
for this beauty.
Oh Joy, that I may achieve
Yes, I shall live the life of
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