Yes, life is bed of roses

When I was in class 8
My mom said to me ,
“life is not bed of roses “
Many straggle in our life
And, our life is a cup of water
We are Ant or a small Worm
Who wants to swim ,
Who wants live alive
some empathy space in our cup
everybody around us wants to full it
before this we have to swim ,if we wants live alive
because life is not bed of roses

Now, I am a graduate
I had seen many years of life
I can feel now , my mom’s view of life
Yes, somebody wants to dump us
But , if we can swim then nobody can dump us
Yes , life is not bed of roses but , we can make it
If we can buy roses
We can make a bed of roses for us
Because , nothing is impossible
Then after we can say
Yes , life is bed of roses