"I fall upon the thorns of life. I bleed". Profoundly moving poetry or a whinya** pathetic homo sap kvetching?
I say avoid thorns. Wear good shoes. Look where you are walking. Carry bandages. Don't just moan and groan and do nothing. Sheesh. I dunno. Any of you think that poetry is really swell? Why?
You failed to answer the question I asked Walt. All you did was counter with stuff about roses. That's not what I was looking for. SIGH. Thank you for your reply and Happy Thursday! :)