February 26, 1992

174. There Will Always Be One More Rose

This morning I woke early
And watched the sun break the horizon.
The sky came ablaze with life
And the wind softly caressed my face.
As I stood there, I thought--
Thought of what it would be like
       If maybe I didn’t make it big.......
The cold wind stabbing my homeless face,
Tattered clothes on my body
                     fluttering in the breeze.
What if I’ve seen it all
                     and never was a success--
Unshaven face under dirty clothes?
But there’s a smile on this hungry face
Because I just found a five-dollar bill
And I’m taking it to the flower shop
                     to buy you a rose.

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