Take Time
What is life, what is my cause
If not to rest and take my pause.
To turn my eyes from weary days
To escape this race of blinded haze.
ERE long the day we toil and strain
At setting sun what have we gain.
Take time to smell the flowers scent
See the petals: red, yellow, and purple tints.
Oh gracious life that takes the pause
To stop, stare,and ponder its cause.
Great the hand that spun this sight
Stop. Take time...Take thy delight!
Copyright © Terry Henderson | Year Posted 2019
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