2005 was a year replete with
2005 was a year replete with thorns
Midway through I found a Rose
And for a few minutes - for two months
With him I found repose
Alas- good is temporary
Yet malevolence - ad infinitum
I never saw the Rose again
I never could find'im
15+ years later
The memories still remain
Maybe that Rose will remain a memory
Maybe we'll meet again
This poem is about:
Me