The smell of Lavendar drifts throughout the <br />air, Flowers are sprouting around, here, or <br />over there! When does the odor invade one's <br />senses? Who can tell? Who can say? Who can <br />sell? Who can pay? Life is full of wonders <br />that overtake our restless life, One of <br />many questions which cross my mind, Is life <br />simple or do I take a wife? Taking life one <br />step at a time, can be so sensless as any <br />other momentous crime! To learn from our <br />mistakes is what we are supposed to do, Do <br />we even take the time to smell the roses? <br />No, not now or ever, can we stop for camera's <br />sake-We are a blur-a-minute, without the <br />poses! This is life's answers to all the <br />questions, Justly so, tarry me so! Oh <br />no, no, no, We must finally go! <br /> <br /> <br />Michael Jeffrey Gale <br /> <br />Copyright ©2006 Michael Jeffrey Gale<br /><br />Michael Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-or-not/
