Every Rose Has It’s Thorns

Every rose grows with its thorns

Unicorns are known for their horns

But what of oaths that are sworn?

From fabric sheets clothing - torn

Making something worthy of being worn

Every kernel began as husked corn

A product of toil from the farmers morn

Every soul alive was born

But not every death is mourned

Every coward isn’t scorned

Every calamity isn’t forewarned

Is our current existence one big joke?

A fine tiny tapestry on God’s cloak

A playwright only he could have wrote

Nothing special, are you and I just some blokes?

We can’t consider ourselves woke

If we’re unaware of the hearts we’ve broke

It isn’t the larynx that causes me to choke

Or Mary Jane that turns to smoke

Thinking about love’s lessons

My little beard is soaked

Come now hun - let’s take a toke

It’s from الله