The Rose Poem by Hope Wallin

A lone rose in a harsh garden,
Broken and abused by all others,
Bruised and wilting with no one to help,
No one to groom to petals, or to
Care for the poor creature.
Just a red rose,
Capable of being beautiful,
If someone would just care.
Capable of loving immensely,
If someone would just show love in return.
But she is overlooked by everyone,
Passed up in favor of other roses,
Roses that are more beautiful.
Roses that haven't a flaw.
Roses that have perfect petals.
That poor lonely rose, crumpling in,
Left without meaning anything to anyone,
Obliterated by the tenor of cruelty in the words of
Every other living creature.