Doesn’t it seem
Doesn’t it seem
Doesn’t it seem that the flowers of today crumble before tomorrow
Doesn’t it seem that the care that one should bestow upon those whom it should be given is never given.
Cast your fears away and think of something better to do .
Utilise the time doing something that is pleasing rather than soul wrenching.
I sense the fact you don’t laugh or smile anymore dear. What is it that afflicts you innocent mind. What trouble could be so thwarted in its aim to use you as its host.
There is something different in the air today, a new fragrance, a new essence.
Something new and refreshing, something simple yet painted with ever so slight complexity. Cant you hear the laughter rolling off the distant hill. The sounds of children taunting each other even the dark crows of the valley are singing a melody.
Be joyful, yes joyful smile for it is a joyful season.
Don’t be a pessimist remember that the arms of an optimist and pessimist never rub together. How will there be success.
So again I request you to view with me
Doesn’t it seem that the flowers of today crumble before tomorrow, but tomorrow their beauty is more splendid and grows from strength to strength with the days to follow.
Doesn’t it seem like we worry too much about the future and forget the joy of present
A simple request of mine is to view the world with a hint of rose tint in your glasses and maybe things wont seem so stressful.
With all my love Meg.
Doesn’t it seem that the flowers of today crumble before tomorrow
Doesn’t it seem that the care that one should bestow upon those whom it should be given is never given.
Cast your fears away and think of something better to do .
Utilise the time doing something that is pleasing rather than soul wrenching.
I sense the fact you don’t laugh or smile anymore dear. What is it that afflicts you innocent mind. What trouble could be so thwarted in its aim to use you as its host.
There is something different in the air today, a new fragrance, a new essence.
Be joyful, yes joyful smile for it is a joyful season.
Don’t be a pessimist remember that the arms of an optimist and pessimist never rub together. How will there be success.
So again I request you to view with me
Doesn’t it seem that the flowers of today crumble before tomorrow, but tomorrow their beauty is more splendid and grows from strength to strength with the days to follow.
Doesn’t it seem like we worry too much about the future and forget the joy of present
A simple request of mine is to view the world with a hint of rose tint in your glasses and maybe things wont seem so stressful.
With all my love Meg.
Inside my Mind
Free Speech
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Patricia