The Rose

A shy little by handsa pretty little girl a rose.

And he asks: "Are you gonna let it die or let it grow?"

The pretty lottle girl looked up from her diary and smiles: "I don't know"

A few years pass, maybe five or more.

A shy boy knocks on the door

A pretty girl opens it and smiles

As the boy hands her a rose and asks:

"Are you gonna let it die or let it grow?"

She looks down and smiles: "I don't know"

Many years later, twenty or so

As a beautiful woman walks through the snow

Brushing against the roses as she goes.

She picks one and carries it to a handsome man

And with tears in her eyes, she whispers:

"Are you gonna let it die or let it grow?"

As she gently sets it on the gravestone.

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