An Old Rose

An Old Rose long poem

Photo by jasleen_kaur

When a rose turns old petals fall but the rose bud remains and its
beauty and fragrance leaves a lasting impression in our minds

Sure the beauty and fragrance of a rose lasts but briefly but the rose
garden goes on to live many years with a long life to flowers many
more times

And this is the way life is, we usually only flower for a brief period
but life goes on for a lot longer with us having to work long and hard
just to briefly flower when the sun shines

We also work all year long to take a brief nice vacation in some
beautiful beach where there is sunshine and then we got back to work
as with most good things

The trick is to learn to enjoy the fall and the winter as well when
there are no beautiful roses everywhere but there are colorful leaves
and then the snow as everything sleeps

Just go for a walk in the park during fall or winter and see
everything covered in fall colors or the white snow and appreciate the
quiet and calmness of these seasons

Until next summer when the park is full of people biking, jogging and
roller-skating again just having fun by the numbers

So you see every season in life has its beauty if not the silent
peacefulness of winter or colorful fall leaves as well as the sunshine
and fun activities of summers

So be wise my friends and enjoy today no matter what season because we
only live once and there is so much to appreciate in life when we use
our senses

Or you may just regret not having enjoyed this beautiful life enough
when you grow old like the rose that loses its petals.

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

Be the First to Comment & Review poem!

Notify of

The Rape Of The Rose

The Rape Of The Rose short poem

The lanes of my heart will be straight when you’ll leave It will never turn back to those steps you left Neither it will hold on those strings you weaved Nor will it wait for the shadow you shed The

Old Man Sitting

Old Man Sitting short poem

The bones are brittle as are the thoughts they crumble events of yesterdays that never happened things that happened not remembered today becomes another time faces and events mingle become a crazy quilt He sits and stares unaware of a

A Hymn To Old Times

A Hymn To Old Times prose poem

(1) In old time, Before the sun stopped circling around us; Before it started to work as a painter of our shadows and the shadow of time over place; Before it adopted the hobby to boil sand inside a vessel

Old Fashioned Roses

Old Fashioned Roses short poem

Our dawn falls with smile falling blind What constructed me, out soaring mine All the insecurities that you have shed Chained my glory in your empty dread I saw your imperfection and every flaw Still I could not resist, the

Like An Old Song

Like An Old Song short poem

Walking in mental fog, you become a swaying tree. In mistiness one becomes lonely like a blackbird. Hollyhocks would wait, till the sun comes out. December rain brings the gift― of sleet on lips. ————————————– Walking in mental fog, you