Poetry by Jeff Green

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The last rose

by cricketjeff on June 16, 2009.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

A sleeping rose is still a perfect bloom
A beauty standing proud amidst the weeds
And though it’s night you see her in the gloom
The only light when happiness recedes

A tender rose may bow before the breeze
But she will still attract a lover’s gaze
Another bud may stumble to its knees
But desert roses bloom for many days

A hardy rose will rise above the storm
And shrug off all the worst that life can throw
Her petals guard a heart that’s always warm
A friend in need that I am glad to know

A Birthday wish for you my Texas rose
The only beauty left where trouble grows