Smell The Roses

I was writing words,
As I came to them,
And then it came to him:

A man can have it all -
The mind,
The girls,
The charm,
The talent,
The looks to fit -
The wit.

The faith,
The money,
The wisdom
And the funny.

He can have the house,
The cars,
The view of the stars,
And a stake in the planet Mars.

And he can love,
While he feels pain -
See his roses in the rain.

And he can watch those flowers grow,
And have the time
To stand back,
And smell the petals as they go.

He's got Autumn, Winter, Summer, Spring,
He knows that they'll grow back again.

He can sing,
And he can bring,
The things
I'm not imagining.

He can take,
He can give,
He can live.

But a man can't find
The time he needs
To take life in.
For in the end,
The end gets him.

I was mapping thoughts,
And I came to them,
And then it came to him:

A man who has everything
Or nothing at all,
Should watch his flowers grow,
Then dream, before the petals fall.