On this bed of roses my teardrops fall, <br />As clouds begin to darken in the sky, <br />And vines have grown across the garden’s wall. <br /> <br />A bird in the trees makes one final call— <br />I hear the wind let out a gentle sigh, <br />On this bed of roses my teardrops fall. <br /> <br />This storm is about to ravage them all— <br />The rain begins to drench me as I cry, <br />And vines have grown across the garden’s wall. <br /> <br />Looking at the roses, I now recall <br />An innocent time forever gone by— <br />On this bed of roses my teardrops fall. <br /> <br />There once had been twenty rosebuds in all— <br />I wipe yet another tear from my eye, <br />And vines have grown across the garden’s wall. <br /> <br />I once had dreams they’d grow so very tall, <br />But now, their pedals wither where they lie. <br />On this bed of roses my teardrops fall, <br />And vines have grown across the garden’s wall. <br /> <br />© 2013<br /><br />Thomas Koron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-this-bed-of-roses/
