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What does this poem express to you? It is not mine but written by a friend?
He gave to me sweet roses.
He left intact the thorns.
To teach me to be cautions.
As a way to gently warn.
Life comes with sweet and bitter.
You cannot pick and choose.
In order to win the battle
You must not be afraid to lose.
Sweet are their fragrance.
Though their beauty fades away.
Roses are a reminder.
So too will end this day.
Let me cherish every rose
And enjoy them as I may.
Knowing what makes them sweet
Is that they cannot stay.
