I held two roses in my hand
Both red and in full bloom
Both smelled as sweet as the morning
As soft as silk from heaven’s loom
Both spoke of hopes and dreams
Of wonders and possibilities
Yet when I held them up to the sun
Some differences I could see
For one had petals bent one way
And the other did not
One had green leaves a plenty
The other didn’t have a lot
The red for one seemed bolder
The other slightly pale
As a messenger of life and dreams
Perform better it seemed one will
Yet as I held both to my chest
Could I consider the other deficient?
For God made each rose bloom
And he made each one different
Copyright © 2016 by Kwek Yi Zhen
Originally from: http://poemsforocassions.blogspot.com/2016/05/the-two-roses.html
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