Life

I cannot stop to smell the roses
I see them, in the distance
Any more I keep my eyes cast down
I watch as my feet plod on the worn path below
The yoke feels heavy across my back

Dull pain is a all I feel
So much and so often I am numb

I cannot stop to smell the roses
My day’s work is almost done
I breathe deep and keep my eyes cast down
I feel the weight of the day yoke as it leaves
Replaced by stinging pain

For a few moments I am free
So brief and so fleeting I remain still

I cannot stop to smell the roses
The evening piles on the chores that day forgot
My eyes see only yards of cloth and carpet and floor
I dream at night of far away and the beauty I might see
And as I dream the fragrance of roses surrounds me.

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