A baby smacked on the bottom born,
coming into a world hand stick thorn.
Outside a rose in the garden growing,
the poor baby alive not pain knowing.
The rose a beautiful flower in the sun,
it's stem at touch dishes out shock stun.

Poor little baby growing made to learn,
it's a good bad world which may burn.
Trial and error plight of the existing,
it's either learn quick or arms twisting.
Life becomes a jungle paradise here,
a child adapts toward adult some fear.

After years of ups and downs conflicted,
what seems like freedom stuns constricted.
A rose bush withers and dies in garden,
the little baby grown aging old hardened.
All the time attitude of bettering to defy,
sooner or later time expires breath die.

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