Still,
On to my old age I travel
And I carry shy on my saddle
I still look for the one who can straddle
This blessed curse of mine and do battle
Side by side smiling to friends or foes
I need someone to understand how it rose
How it goes, how it slows,
Who won't propose to see a thorn
In that Rose.... nice theme. Beautiful poem. Rhanks for sharing.
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Still, On to my old age I travel And I carry shy on my saddle I still look for the one who can straddle This blessed curse of mine and do battle Side by side smiling to friends or foes I need someone to understand how it rose How it goes, how it slows, Who won't propose to see a thorn In that Rose.... nice theme. Beautiful poem. Rhanks for sharing.