Tell me how the grass smells after a summer rain?
Then tell me how the sun streams and eases a muscle pain?
Then speak of all the different songs a mockingbird can bring...
Then tell me if you can, in your step...is there a spring?
The leap that comes in a pace just when your true love beckons
The trapeze swing that clings to love...just where is it...you reckon?
You think it's lost in a place where sun is outside waiting ?
Or an office or a cubicle where work is always stretching
Hours upon hours making sense of money
What's the point when life is short...what's the matter honey?
Tell me what you're missing...living life this way...
You can't have many treasures if you pay and pay and pay
Take a look at country, a rusting John Deere Tractor
Smell new hay and take a nap...make laziness a factor
Add rosiness to your cheeks and life to all your tears
Work to live, not the opposite...Add detail to all your years
Keep it up you'll miss the boat...the meaning of your birth
You can make it stretch more today and double all your worth
Take it easy on your spirit...it too could use some sun
Come on out and play with me...add years to all your fun.
I love you and afterall ...and funny as it seems...
You can't possibly love living when you short change all your dreams


© Susan K. Rowse

This was written for friends and family who rush through life and never know the day or the time. They lose each day they do this and never get the opportunity back. It's a loss that never is redeemable unfortunately.~SKR~