Our Life
Roses red,
Never shed
A tear of sorrow in their life.
Birds that fly,
up so high,
Never have to hum a sigh.
Fish that swim,
Inside they grin,
Knowing not a life so dim.
Us, we cry,
And never try
To find our life as grand a prize.
Copyright © Stenila Simon | Year Posted 2012
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