When life changes the roses

Roses are red

but sometimes they're not

Sometimes life changes

and flowers don’t bloom

the way you once thought

instead your roses are

an unusual shade of white

Are the roses now ugly

because they are not as bright

White roses are just

as beautiful as the red

So why do you grumble

about their arbitrary uniqueness

This misfortune with the flowers

is all in your head

The new shade holds beauty within itself

It’s your small minded perspective

The barricaded doors in your mind

That cause the white to be defective

To you, who only accepts roses of one kind

When life hands out it’s cards

in an unexpected fashion

Or perhaps when the cards

are different than you imagined

Why must you throw a fit

about the miniscule imperfections

Your life isn’t over and ending,

or being thrown amiss

Accept the changes

as your life moves in new directions

of what could have been

If it only had been

Accept all the irregular experiences

Apart from the predictability of life

It’s the white apart from the red

That makes existence divine

Roses are red,

but sometimes they're not

What happens when life

takes an unexpected turn

When the flowers don’t bloom

the way you once thought

Will you open up your mind

and embrace the change

Or will you just search for red roses

Leaving all the other

beautifully unique

experiences

behind

In a vain, never-ending search for something better

When life has already covertly handed you the best