{"id":1086,"date":"2016-11-30T11:16:04","date_gmt":"2016-11-30T11:16:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thepoetryoftonygraham.com\/?p=1086"},"modified":"2020-02-26T14:49:10","modified_gmt":"2020-02-26T14:49:10","slug":"thorns-and-roses","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.thepoetryoftonygraham.com\/?p=1086","title":{"rendered":"Thorns and Roses"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em><strong>Sometimes it\u2019s the ones you love and care for the most that turn around and hurt you.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-1088\" src=\"http:\/\/www.thepoetryoftonygraham.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/11\/TPOTG-Rose-and-Thorn-frame-01.jpg\" alt=\"tpotg-rose-and-thorn-frame-01\" width=\"682\" height=\"454\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.thepoetryoftonygraham.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/11\/TPOTG-Rose-and-Thorn-frame-01.jpg 3456w, https:\/\/www.thepoetryoftonygraham.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/11\/TPOTG-Rose-and-Thorn-frame-01-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.thepoetryoftonygraham.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/11\/TPOTG-Rose-and-Thorn-frame-01-768x512.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.thepoetryoftonygraham.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/11\/TPOTG-Rose-and-Thorn-frame-01-644x429.jpg 644w, https:\/\/www.thepoetryoftonygraham.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/11\/TPOTG-Rose-and-Thorn-frame-01-1200x800.jpg 1200w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 682px) 100vw, 682px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">A thorn pricked my finger<br \/>\nAnd now it is bleeding;<br \/>\nI was giving the rose water,<br \/>\nIt was so desperately needing,<br \/>\nAnd I simply reached down<br \/>\nTo cup a flower and to smell,<br \/>\nWhen the thorn struck me,<br \/>\nAnd the bloom from my hand fell.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Why did it prick me<br \/>\nWhen to its needs I was tending?<br \/>\nI was just trying to smell<br \/>\nThe scent it was sending<br \/>\nAnd to hold and admire<br \/>\nIts beautiful flower,<br \/>\nWhy then did it stab me,<br \/>\nTry to turn my love sour?<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone  wp-image-2613\" src=\"http:\/\/www.thepoetryoftonygraham.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/TOOTG-Copyright-2016-2020-01.jpg\" alt=\"TOOTG Copyright 2016-2020 01\" width=\"153\" height=\"92\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.thepoetryoftonygraham.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/TOOTG-Copyright-2016-2020-01.jpg 5000w, https:\/\/www.thepoetryoftonygraham.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/TOOTG-Copyright-2016-2020-01-300x180.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.thepoetryoftonygraham.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/TOOTG-Copyright-2016-2020-01-768x461.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.thepoetryoftonygraham.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/TOOTG-Copyright-2016-2020-01-644x386.jpg 644w, https:\/\/www.thepoetryoftonygraham.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/TOOTG-Copyright-2016-2020-01-1200x720.jpg 1200w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 153px) 100vw, 153px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sometimes it\u2019s the ones you love and care for the most that turn around and hurt you. 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