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Smell the Roses Someone told me to stop and smell the roses - it sounded like such a nice idea - but I was just so busy that day! And I rushed on, so much to do, so many responsibilities - that only I could handle.... Thoughts of tomorrow rushing through my head with an unceasing clatter - if I can barely keep up today, how will I manage tomorrow? And thereafter? Worries about things that had happened, that were happening, that may happen - a mountain to climb every day, each one higher than the day before. But the mountain - it's there! It must be climbed, musn't it? And came the tender spring, followed by the full-blown abundance of summer, the crisp farewell breezes of fall, and the cold silence of winter - and the rose had burst bravely into bud, had unfolded into glorious blossom, had braved the cold autumn rains with proud beauty....and now....... I'm much older, weary; life has laid a heavy hand on my shoulder....I think I'd like to smell the roses now - but they are gone. Take a moment to live in the moment - it's the only one we have. © 2003 Zsuzsana Summer |
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