Bed of Roses

Life is not a bed of roses, it has never been;

Of all the riches and pleasures, I’ve seen;

Life is not a bed of thorns, it has never been;

Of all the sadness and perils I’ve seen;

Is it not worth a life…living it unlived?

People don’t realize…..life’s not about living;

Love maybe about sharing and caring;

But life is about dying and daring;

Who said life is fair and love is sweet;

Stripped and torn bare, betrayal is all you meet;

Dying a thousand deaths, just to live for a moment;

You sacrifice everything, left with no tears to lament;

Braving the odds, and weathering in the storm;

Grief is your best friend and sadness becomes the norm;

Belief is the spark; you’re left to hold on to always;

Just to get yourself burnt, waiting for better days;

Life is a bed of roses; you realize when it’s gone;

With no more petals, and no one to lean on;

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