*The Patient Rose*

Once upon a time

Roses smelled sweet

Their precious scent

Every day would greet

Me on my way

To 7th Street

By the library

And the printer’s press

Where old Mr. Harris

Worked his best

To publish the paper

And spread the good word

Of the Lord our God

Who made the roses

Once upon a time

 

Now you have polluted

His precious roses

With chemicals

To make them blossom

In unnatural colors

Blood red and vivid yellow

You have disturbed the beauty

Of God’s rose

Walk by them now

You’ll turn up your nose

 

If only they had stopped

To smell the roses

A delightful scent

Heaven sent

Before you destroyed it

With unnatural creations

If you had only shown

Just a little bit of patience

 

The End

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