A rosebush is like a family.
Each home is a rose.
The petals the people.
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Just as people pass.
The petals fall.
Eventually the rose is bare.
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A home may close.
The flower may wither.
But the rosebush keeps growing.
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Each petal is remembered.
Every rose is not forgot.
The rosebush is not lost.
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So remember each petal.
And don’t forget each rose.
Watch as the rosebush grows.
Tag: Thought
Alternative Facts
We live in a time,
Filled with opinion not fact,
Filled with fantasy not news,
Where WordPress depresses,
And claims to be views.
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We are closer to war,
Believing alternative facts,
Believing alternative news,
The rumour mill,
And the next daily sleuth.
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Where are we going,
When alternative news becomes fact,
When alternative fact becomes news,
Are we lining our destruction,
Pulling the pin, lightning the fuse.
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Is it not our right,
To believe alternative facts,
To believe alternative news,
Spreading our world,
Sharing our views.
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Rights have responsibility,
Like teaching real facts,
Like dispelling fake news,
So be responsible and teach,
But not just your views.
They Will Not Win
We stand together,
Stand as one,
We stand against them,
They have not won,
We will stand strong,
And show them all,
They won’t win,
No not at all.
I Am A Lucky Man
Very few people are as lucky as me,
I have my love at my side,
My family in my life,
And friends around,
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I would be nothing without my man,
Although I don’t say it much,
I love him beyond all measure,
And I know he loves me,
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Family is a strong thing,
And mine is no exception,
We stand with each other,
Through thick and thin,
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And who would I be,
Without the friends who complete me,
Although there are few,
They are close and dear.
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When I’m feeling down,
Or stressed at life,
I just remember,
There are those not as lucky as me.
Beach Memory
Memory is like a beach,
Where the sand is never neat,
Each wave take it’s bit,
Leaving the sand that stick.
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Memory come in many forms,
Like footsteps in wet sand,
Or rocks never covered,
Or dark caves avoided.
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I hope my footsteps,
Are there on your beach,
And that I am never,
A rock beneath your feet.
