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Rose upon Rose
If I could find such a rose in my bed, I would be
Content for life, alas such roses are rare, and
Rarer still, the garden in which they grow; but,
I must be truthful, and admit that I have had
Roses to fill a vase in my lifetime.
Three times in particular a rose came my way,
And thrice I looked the other way, convinced
Happiness lay elsewhere, and now such roses
Are scarcer than ever, and one may never come
My way again.
Happy days! To my endless delight, I have
Discovered that fate cannot be anticipate, nor
Can she be gainsaid for lo, the very next day a
Rose in full bloom came my way, not yet in my
Arms, but mightily close, and only a hairsbreadth
Away from my bed. It would appear that some of
Us are very fortunate indeed.
© Joseph G Dawson