To walk amongst pearls and roses, the pearls and roses of the mind. <br />Pearls, which will forever hold their luster, <br />Roses which will wither and molder into dust. <br />To walk bedecked in pearls and roses, is to walk in retrospect of <br />Life in passing. <br />Will one pluck another rose as they pass the bush, knowing it will fade? <br /> <br />Or will they toil to pry the shell of the stranded <br />Oyster, to reap a lasting memory? <br /> <br />Or both? <br /> <br />Which would you choose? <br />Which would I choose? <br /> <br />Both… Despite their finite nature and thorns, the <br />Roses smell sweet, and remind me of many tender moments; and <br />Pearls, small but precious, with their form, remind me… <br />Of days moons ago.<br /><br />Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pearls-or-roses/
