Dried Rose

written as Jr in high school...

 

“Dried Rose”

I hold a dried rose in my hand

Petals stale, leaves turning to sand

The stem a stick, with thorns long banned

I hold a dried rose in my hand

I hold a dried rose in my hand

Some call it dead and call it bland

But the petals crimson and leaves devout

It still emanates beauty without a doubt

I hold a dried rose in my hand

(1991)