The Story of the Rose

The rose as it opens tells a story
The world never tires of hearing again.
Of a woman’s joy it evokes the glory
Otherwise alien to cynical men,

Who imagine everything is power
And possession zero sum of the law,
Too weak to brave the truth of the flower
That life is hardly what you think you saw —

Such men fear all women for what each one knows:
Nothing resists the fading of the rose.
But should a man learn the lesson they give,
He might also learn in time how to live.

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