"Crushed Worth"

           "Crushed Worth"

 

Throw out the roses, amidst the thorns,

Tromp them...as if...t'were never born.

Walk on them, then let them be;

A crushed rose is all that you see.

 

Yet...under the petals, the aroma is strong;

Asking bee and butterfly to come along.

Take the time to kiss the dew off the lips,

As into smaller pieces, the rose does slip.

 

Then a sweetness...fills the air,

That before...t'was not there.

You may stomp and destroy the face;

But the sweet attar...never erase.

 

Take the crushed flower...cast it away,

Perhaps a thorn in your thumb ...will stay.

Also the fragrance...of the rose...

It follows the flower...ere it goes.

 

Some may try...to destroy the good in life;

Yet...the lingering aroma will suffice.

For even the earth contains the scent,

Of the rose...crushed...and bent.

 

Something good is always left behind;

Search for it and you will find.

Even...in moments...of despair,

A slight sweet aroma is always there.

 

Even the battered and tromped on have worth;

Perhaps just a sweet scent that arises from earth.

 

    Valentine

 

Reviews

[Sheila Kline]

Thank you for reminding us that all have worth - no matter how little they may seem to be in the eyes of others! It is the heart and spirit that makes a person may who they are!!