As Life Itself. Poem by Sandra Feldman
As Life Itself.
Rose, flower Queen
Most beautiful and serene,
Yet nothing in this World
Is Perfect,
So, the prick of
Your painful thorns
Reminds us that
Life is everchanging
And sad,
So much is out
Of our control
And not even
The beauteous
Rose,
Is eternal,
And whether
We like it
Or not,
We must
Accept it!
Because nothing
In this Life,
Is perfect!
Okay try this again. The deep beauty of a rose and yet the thorns of life that make us reflect and think twice on all that comes and goes.. Endless 10'S And Stars! ..++++++++++++++++++++++++
A poem that teaches and shows what life is all about. So true and unforgettable lines. To my favorites.
A very moving and discerning poem so beautifully expressed. Each and every line stands out.
I loved it, Sandra. The thorns remind us that within every silver lining, a dark cloud exists, the pink blushing sunset fades into a still night, and a winter is might be a little far from the spring, but it definitely follows.. Good one. Enjoyed.5*
Acceptance is a pillar of life and truly nothing is perfect.t
Beautifully expressed Sandra! .. ++++++++++++++++++++++++
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9/9/2025 10:34:45 PM # 1.0.0
Wow! .. So beautifully composed, , , The sunrise and sunsets of life ever changing as it flows! ..