A Perfect Rose

You paint a perfect picture, make a perfect rhyme
Life is like a flower, changing all the time
First you think your wanted , then you feel you're not
You don't know what to do , all you do is talk
Take a look around yourself, do you see your peers?
Don't they look so happy? Inside they're crying tears.
You get a paper, start to write, read what you wrote, your heart is light.
This issue is confusing, or so says the big boss,
Another day is wasted, you still have to do lots.

Copyright   November 1986


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