Slow Down, Smell the Roses

Whoa! Friends, slow down a bit, smell the roses And appreciate your situations. We can’t lose sight what’s under our noses If we do, we invite our frustrations. Who needs that god-awful discouragement? Not you or me, so look for the flowers, They are there. Look around, follow the scent But don’t look in other people’s bowers You have plenty more in your own backyard. Now take a whiff and thank your lucky stars For these gifts, you have earned this high regard. That’s right my friends, give yourselves a cigar. Over the years we sowed what we reaped Its harvest time now, the roses smell sweet.