Full of Roses

I realize that life is not all roses At times just a scent of a rose Other times a full blossom of roses The day comes when the roses begin to wilt, die and fall away There is a gloom in a wilted rose A lost hope I suppose Life to me is about a rose I found the most beautiful rose one day This rose continues to blossom in my life Never wilting, never dying, full of life, and blossoms ever so bright What I found in this rose is, when the scent is right And it is in full blossom To cultivate the soil, planting more roses Clipping the old and wilted away There is a continual scent of roses, and a fullness of blossoms So in this one rose, I have planted many And will continue all my days Until life is full of roses