Life seems to go by so quickly
some like it that way, I suppose
oftimes I think, what I have missed
for not stopping to smell the rose.
Momentarily, we see flowers of beauty
growing here, there, everywhere.
With the world, we keep on moving
sadly, some do not really care.
I not only speak of the flower
as I say stop-enjoy the smell.
Take time to listen, to those in need
fragrance, will surface as well.
God said "come with me to a quiet place
and together we will pray."
You will find peace, comfort, hope and love
to share along life's way.
So my friend, I'll ask a question
as this poem comes to close.
When you feel in life, you have missed so much
did you stop, to smell the rose?