Cliche

If Roses are Red,Violets must be blue
The road is forked, one path to choose
As dark as night, as bright as day
I sure hope this poem's okay

If what goes around will come around
Then what goes up will sure come down
I had the chance but it slipped away
I'm afraid I sound a bit cliche

Silence is golden when you have nerves of steel
Does this poem hold any appeal?
The point is just around the bend
When something starts it has to end

Patience is key, the end is near
This poem is done, the buck stops here
There's nothing more that I can say
Without me sounding too cliche.