The Rose

All our life is as beautiful as a rose.
And a little infant in the family -
Tremendous joy for the parents.
Child without problems and without work,
A child who espects everything from the world,
But specially afraid of school.
His happy face doesn't show the roses's needles.
When blossom develop,
The child becomes young man.
And those hands have touched the plant,
Are the only friends he has.
They touch the handle and then leave it.
So kind are such guys, when dealing
And then leaving you.
The beauty flower can live in a vase with other ones
And may all be one.
So is the human's life -
Sometimes full of mates,
But very often lone.
You live, but never know,
When you'll be cut.
The human dies as a rose -
At first he fades and then fells off.

1996