louis rams

Gold Star - 7,521 Points (09/13/1943 / new york city)

Smelling The Flowers - Poem by louis rams


Always looking at the clock, wondering about the hour
Never stopping to smell the flowers.
There was a time that life was at a slower pace
Now it seems we're always in a race.

The one thing that I know is that we don't
Spend enough time to watch our children grow.

I saw my marriage failing because I was
Too busy running around, as she looked at me
Without making a sound.
You can keep quite to a certain point in life
then she explodes, and it's not very nice.

The closeness that you knew seems to be
Fading away -and with you she doesn't want to stay
That is when you realize that your fires have to be rekindled
No ashes will you see - for this love will not be a faded love
In the books of history.

We then reaffirmed it in our minds
That this love would last for a very long time
And when our bodies became entwined
It was like sharing a bottle of wine.

We savored the juices as they flowed
For we had become connoisseurs
this much we know.

I started to smell the flowers as I did
In my younger years, as for losing my wife
I no longer have that fear.


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Comments about Smelling The Flowers by louis rams

  • Hans Vr (8/19/2012 6:27:00 PM)

    Great piece of advice.
    Your poetry will survive the ages, Louis.
    All the poems I read from you have this very inspiring uplifting thing in it.
    That is exaclty what our world needs today.
    Keep it up.
    Excellent poem.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 17, 2012

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