A Rose and a Cactus
There have been times in my life I’ve felt very dry
Much like a cactus in the sun, waiting to die.
As I look at my life heading towards the middle
I can’t help but laugh, at least chuckle a little
At the thought of my world that I’ve always lived in
Standing still, moving forward, about to begin.
For the years of joy and pain that I’ve seen,
Have only prepared me for this love that I glean.
Just as flora and fauna crave attention and care,
My love need know that I’ll always be there.
The rose that I’ve met with thorns so well placed,
Has allowed this cactus to feel so graced.
So the fear that the dew will melt off and wither,
Should be met with the knowledge that it falls like a feather.
Love Always,
Clay