Smell the roses, everyday.
Smell their fragrance when you pray.
Smell the roses , where you stay.
Smell the roses, in the words you say.
Life is full of joy and surprises.
Sometimes, they just appear.
Other times, wearing disguises.
Oft times, they disappear.
Remember their sizes,
Large or small, tiny or great.
Smell the roses and do not wait.
For they bloom and fade and flower,
Scents are strong, but not for long,
The fragrance of a memory,
Can hold such power.
Smell the roses and remember the scent,
And the flower may fade, the prayers, prayed.
You’ll know where they went.