23feb15 The Day After: Sharp Thorns

there will be
earthquakes
many more
you fear injury

death one day
as God wills
we die maybe
I die here today

these are wake
up calls life is
life was always
lived in precious

heartbeats
time taken
for granted
so wake up

smell the roses
appreciate beauty
sweat floral smell
spread in beauty

grow beautiful
petals
many colours
scented

or grow
sharp thorns
to pierce
innocent flesh

poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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