(London, U.K.)

What do you think this poem is about?

Stop.

Stop, take a breath,
look around you,
take in the scene,
make time for you.

Don't rush,
you have a lifetime,
don't stress,
don't fret.

Help someone
when you can,
be kind,
smile every day.

Stop, look about you,
be aware,
don't be scared
to day dream.

Remember to live
while you're alive,
for yourself,
not the system.

Pause every time
you feel sad,
think about
a warm breeze

spring flowers,
peace,
tranquility
and sigh

and if this works
for you,
pass it on
and remember me.

Submitted: Wednesday, March 20, 2013


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  • Valerie Dohren (4/1/2013 10:42:00 AM)

    Lovely thoughts and wise words - very nice Ruth.

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  • John Brown (3/29/2013 10:20:00 AM)

    I will Ruth. Nice poem.

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  • Sandy Player (3/25/2013 12:54:00 PM)

    Like something I would expect to find engraved on an old stone when on some friutless travel. I especially like the part about living for oneself, not for the system.

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