This poem is dedicated to my Pet, Harry.

Inspired by a talk of thorns and roses.

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Of Thorns

A wish to be strong

And a wish to cry,

Though heart be weak,

The eyes are dry

So in tears’ stead,

The heart will bleed,

For there are thorns,

That we each need

There are burdens

That we are each to bear,

To take them from you,

I do not care

For there are thorns,

That we each need

They make you, you,

As they define me

We must each keep,

Our thorns with pride

Though our hearts are pained,

Our heads are held high