If you walk among the flowers
And never watch them bloom,
Nor stop along the way
To inhale their sweet perfume;
If you look upon your child
And never watch him play,
Nor see the many changes,
With each new waking day;
If you walk across the land
Never looking towards the sky,
Nor gaze upon a sunset,
Or the birds that pass you by;
If you walk alone, needing no one,
Passing all others by,
Feeling you should always be strong,
And never even cry;
If you dwell among many
Never opening your door,
You've denied yourself of riches,
For then you will be poor.
“For every moment you live and regret
You lost a moment of life”
© Janet Ritchie