The Roses

[Crow]

Today while cleaning, I found one of the poems I hadn't destroyed.

The Roses

Various roses take their bloom
Brilliant colors chasing the gloom
Bravely they make their mark
Trhought the light and throught the dark

Children they too start the same
Seeking attention and fame
High hopes fill the air
Carefully the children's eyes stare

Childhood not too easy
Many times we're orced to see
Sleeping on the tears that stained our pillow
symbolizing the deep hurt we don't show

But like a rose
Children they too will grow
Never put them in your perfect mold
For one day htey will turn bold

Turning against you
Looking for someone new

For roses know their time
And soon your kid will begin to shine