You Don't Always Reap What You Sow

You Don't Always Reap What You Sow

I planted a Rose to brighten my smile
T'was quite the delicate flower indeed
Caring for it became no small trial
So hard to give the attention it did need

The bloom that was red soon faded to grey
And I feared for the Rose that I cherished
The flower soon wilted in the heat of day
Left alone for too long it quickly perished

More than rain was needed to quench its thirst
So I reached down to pluck it from the soil
But sharp, biting thorns tore at my hand first
Causing tears to wet the ground where I toil

These tears then nourished my Rose somehow
And new life sprung up there before my eyes
Velvety blooms, more lovely than ever now
Bewildered, I tenderly held onto my prize

Once again the petals blazed bright red
Reflecting the crimsons of my heart
But days passed and soon my love was dead
I clutched it to my chest as it fell apart

Those ill-gotten thorns remain in my hand
A constant reminder of my delicate Rose
Through this, though, I've come to understand
That you don't always reap what you sow