My rose of life Has begun to wilt Because my world Has begun to tilt As the end Comes closer still I must do things Against my will My pace is fast I must slow down Unless I want To look like a clown As the end Gets so near Down my face Rolls a single tear That tear is for The love that's lost When roses die Because of frost That frost is hate And everywhere It doesn't hurt everyone But that's not fair The roses are people Both young and old I tell you this Because it must be told I shall die Because of hate This point with you I shall not debate Goodbye to the roses For I must leave So no one else Shall have to greive.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem about five and a half years ago during an
eighth grade unit on The Diary Of Anne Frank. This poem was
inspired by her diary and was to be a reflection on how I
imagined she felt while the Nazi's wer on their way up the
secret stairway to take her and her family to the camps.
This poem is my tribute to her.
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