A rose plant

It has a few roses
And thorns too
But one sees the roses
And no thorns that prick

It's in the eye
What it wants to see
Thorns bare their teeth
Yet they are not seen

But thorns are thorns
Whether you see or not see
Wish them away
Yet rose is their company

Life too is like that
Some reality and the rest dream
When reality bites
One lives in dreams

Life is short
Make it sweet
If full of happiness
Make it happier still!