The Rose
from thorn to petal
shows,
that never was
there found
a smile
without a tear.
And thus I know
that every face
of joy
has seen a time
of harder lines;
(about the eyes,
the mouth;
maybe in the brow)
{And yet
there never was a time
at which
on looking at your face
I didn't see
a smile}
And so [a rose],
from bud to blossom
grows,
without the need
to separate
the tears and smiles.
And yet
there never was a time of years
(or space of miles)
I could have placed
between two,
joined as such,
to satisfy a want
I knew
to be too much.
a
petal
a thorn
and yet a rose
and yet there never was a time
at which
on looking at a face
I didn't
see a smile
a tear
(c) 1987 Norman Dziedzic Jr.

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