Smell the Roses

Life is for endings, and also beginnings
The sweetest befriending, the fierce joy of winning
The shape of a kiss that lives on in your head
Though the lover’s dismissed and the romance long dead
There are moments of pleasure, and hours of pain
With things we might treasure washed out by life’s rain
And the bumps in the road that batter our minds
Make our insides feel cold, and we find nothing rhymes
Even so we must follow the path at our feet
There is no time to wallow, no word for defeat
From the hour we are born, callous fate us disposes
But if we fear the thorns, we will not smell life’s roses

©jj 2022

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