Saturday, 24 December 2011
Life is not always a bed of roses,
Life is not always a gentle flowing stream,
Twists and turns may crush your scholar mind,
Floods and fire may wash off your confident dreams,
All inviting memories and exciting moments
May get lost in the darkest hours.
But never lose hope,
Never lose your heart
Stand against the wind of time
Pick up the thorns on your way
and enjoy the inviting fragrance of roses.