Don’t forget to smell the roses

Hey! watch it, this is life you are living.

It’s delicate with a lifespan unpredictable.

You go through it in haste,

Always rushing to be somewhere where you have never been,

Without the guarantee that you will like it there, let alone get there.

Always in a panic to proceed forward,

But don’t forget to smell the roses.

 

You see? you almost fell, you trip and stumble,

But forward you, go not realising the repercussions.

No lesson learnt, nothing to adjust the next time,

Just feeling what is masquerading as freedom.

That you live to plan, to work, to worry...often.

See if freedom was what truly resided in you,

You would be using it to...well, smell the roses.

 

Do you even know where roses grow?

Or are they found in that place you never go?

Relaxation is just a steady count to ten,

Then back to the working because it’s what you can comprehend...

No! Enough already. you were born to smell the roses

You know, be one with the joie de vivre!

To inhale the scents and to tantalise your senses,

To appreciate the colours, and look at life through brand new lenses.

 

Hey watch it! it's life you are living.

So before they wither and wilt away.

Before they become without their last petal.

Before you read about how lovely they smelt...

Or ponder on how life changing the experience could have been.

With all life’s haste and strife, just...

Never forget to smell the roses!

 

VUMA D