Remember The Small Things
Remember the small things that color your life,
A rainbow, a flower, a star, or a kite.
These are the things that will follow your days,
Even as others disappear in a haze.
The laughter of your children will still ring so clear,
Even when music no longer you hear.
Everyone ages, that fact is quite clear,
Age can be cruel, age can bring fear.
But while others are stressing, over each ache or pain,
You'll be remembering the sweet smell of rain.
As you grow old, you remember much less
Of what's most important, that's the price of success.
But if you can put your success on a shelf,
And still roll in the grass, still be good to yourself,
Then aging will never bring physical pain,
And life will not steal what's left of your brain.
So remember one thing, a small thing inside,
Remember down deep that small child you hide.
Don't give up the giggle, the whisper, the cheer,
Don't give up the laughter or what you hold dear.
As another birthday passes from sight,
Remember the small things, which color your life.
~© by Theresa Morehouse~
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