They are worth much and dearly sought.
The price for simple virtues is high.
Without heartfelt joy, life is painful.
I see days pass in the lives of men.
Although I identify with their struggles,
I feel happy about my life.
What flower will grow next in my heart?
Will I need to uproot others again?
Will it add to my glorious garden?
I love the aroma of my roses.
W. Wayne B.
© 2012 W. Wayne B.