Roses

Life don’t always smell like roses, Budding thorns kissing softer skin, Drawing warmer blood, For the love of the soil. Drink in harsher winds, The breeze will take us To where we begin. Don’t be weighed down by the prick of the past, Its a pain that doesn’t last. Life don’t smell like roses. But here’s to hoping. Here’s to measured visions. I don’t count with digits, I count the difference, Here’s to now, Here’s the present, I hope I listen. I hope I take these lessons And carry on. I hope that fate don’t smoke me out, hope canary strong. I’m wary, The dawn seem distant. Midnight’s instance last a long time while I’m in it. I thought I was finished until I didn’t. I’m living, not livid, this kinship lifts my lips to smile. Vivid memories from me as child, Pushed to the wind, It was cold. Up a river, it felt I was sold. But I lived.  Life ain’t peaches and honey. But I ain’t hungry. This is voracity. I’ll eat it all ‘till I pass my capacity. That’s how it has to be Life don’t always smell like roses. I’ve been going through the motions of life. That’s sometimes bitter. That left me with scars Waiting through idle winters. It said “be better. You’ll never bring home dinner for your family. Youre an animal, With no home Sleeping under canopies. Don’t even worry bout vanity. It aint worth it. A pig with lipstick, Don’t defeat your purpose.” I said no need for terseness. But thank you for your wisdom. I said “I wish I knew that sooner,” But I didn’t. I wish I found out later. I wish I was blessed with ignorance, But time’s a quicker waiter. It is rain to our house of paper. A scalding rip to a suit that’s tailored. Forever reminded of failure. Don’t let worry, Egos are in no danger. They bring anger. A sailor to the wind. Put the sail down or we’ll end up in the bin. Are you dim?