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Never stopped long enough to smell the roses Life just passing by What a waste Missed seeing the rising of the sun, And the loveliness of a starlit sky What a waste Failed to notice the tiny squirrel as it darted up a tree Failed to see the numerous people wanting friendship What a waste Never observed the beauty of the leaves changing into fall colors Never paused long enough to notice our beautiful Earth What a waste Didn’t see how swiftly life was passing Always in a hurry to notice anything save rush hour traffic What a waste Age coming rapidly, and the years too Never stopped to smell the roses before demise What a waste
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