I Try to Take The Time

A poem about living each day as if it were your last because for some people, it is.

I love the way the sunlight comes through the open door and makes a pretty pattern on my bedroom floor.

 

I wake up in the morning and see the big blue sky, and I wish with all my might, that I wouldn’t ever die.

 

But life has a way of giving and then taking away and I’m never fully certain if this is my last day.

 

So I try to take the time to breath and smell the roses

‘Cause I’ll never be able to again the day that death proposes.

Author's Note

Don't forget to smell the roses.