Dedicated to my English teacher, who is the busiest man I have ever known. I talked to him about this once, and he replied that was most likely to appreciate the smell of roses more than anyone else in the school. He would gaze out the window in wonder and appreciation, and then continue walking and planning his next lesson, while simultaneously marking three different essays.
Day by day, an endless flurry.
Dawn til tusk, hurry hurry hurry.
Whiz past this, ignore that,
Keep it moving, no time to chat.
Appointments to make, commitments to keep,
A funeral bids, but there’s no time to weep!
A deadline approaches, gotta move it, fast;
Yesterday’s frenzy is already in the past.
Winter to spring, my how the seasons fly.
Sakura falls, but pass on by!
There’s a meal to cook, and a class to teach;
A needed holiday just out of reach.
And out the window, the trees seem to sigh,
Harmonised then with a seabird’s cry.
Up in the clouds, a most dazzling hue;
Silver lining and forget-me-not blue.
The grass, greener than you’ve ever seen;
Traces of heaven are all you can glean.
From the river, a siren sings;
Just out the window, all these wonderous things!
There’s only time to sigh and smile,
You can’t go out- not for a while.
These treasues on Earth will just have to wait,
There’s too much to do, and you can’t be late.
So turn away and pick up the pace,
Hurry along life’s headlong race.
And spare a moment, to wish forlorn,
To stop and smell the roses.