Poem by Pushmaotee Subrun
When Life is not Coming up Roses
When life is not coming up roses
Why not find beauty in the weeds?
Why not find the hidden beauty in the meads?
Why not give yourself another chance?
Why not cast just another glance?
Plenty of opportunities might be ahead,
To try instead
Of wasting your energy in being discouraged,
And looking crestfallen and dejected.
If nothing comes up, realize
That the rose plants, thorns materialize
To protect them from any invader,
Bent to be their destroyer.