RosesA Poem by lyss
"Smell the roses"
My mama said, Frowning, I refused. How naive the young are. I should have known my mama was right... Now I stand here starring at my life. Why couldn't I have smelled the roses? Looking back they seem brighter, more appealing. Now I stop to smell the roses. Mama's always right, Life is precious And I'm running out of time.
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