PARABLE OF THE ROSEBUSH
Roses framed the house with pride
upon a jumbled bush revered
Opulent and full with red each rose
to my green eye appeared
So thus it seemed to me my wife
a sadist's act with sheers and knife
Ensnared the fragile bush for trim
and cut each branch from trunk to limb
Bareboned and thin to my lament
beyond its bounds the bush was rent.
Utterly gone this shrub I thought,
but had I missed the lesson taught?
Such the soul of man becomes
when striped of all his fettered fears
HE--grows stout with fuller faith
and blooms much wiser yond his years.
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