but a rose is not as rosy as a ring –
for diamonds are a man’s best bet;
a rose is just a rose but the future could be rosy –
a diamond is a girl’s best bait.
a rose is a rose but eventually goes off;
even love can have a nasty end;
but a man who’s had his day can always be disposed of…
while diamonds are a lifetime friend…
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This road.
But it’s still there.(The first two lines of the haiku are in fact Basho’s own; and there’s said to be a Japanese-Chinese word-symbol-play – mechi/Tao [ the Way])
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