March 26, 2017 by thewashingteenian
By Isabella Hendershot, Staff Reporter
Well, ma, I’ll tell you:
Life for me is gonna be like a bundle of roses.
Sometimes my thorns will hurt people, sometimes I’ll be down, sometimes people will look at my
beauty, outside and in.
I’ll grow and thrive with the care I’m given.
Sunlight and water I take in.
Some days will be good, my colors will be vibrant and pure.
But some days will be bad, dryin’ up an witherin’ off my stem.
I’m still gonna be growin’ and fightin’ ’till i can’t no more, ma, i promise you that.
An life for me is gonna be like a bundle of roses, i promise you that.