flowers blooming (choices, left and right)

I look each day
they grow day by day
i see and marvel at their beauty
a rose without thorns is hard not to pick
but a rose with thorns is true and pure
side by side they grow alike
the gardener cannot decide which to pick
as a pleasant gift

i lie in wait for him to choose
the one he feels is best and suits
both are seemingly strong and bright
as the sun light touches their petals
they glow as if the day has not unfold

a bed of roses?
yes life is.. with thorns and thrones
sticks and stones
they break my bones
and words last for a time unknown
some make you fly but some you'll cry
i wish that mine would lift them high