I'd Pick More Daisies

If I could live my life again,

I'd be a little lazy

I'd stop this rushing to and fro

And stop to pick more daisies.

Through all the lovely summer months,

Though days be clear or hazy,

No more to fret o'er tasks undone,

I'd stop to pick a daisy.

Not so important what I did,

This fact time now discloses;

While running through life's garden green,

I'd stop to smell the roses.

If I could hold my little ones--

The children in my care--

I'd scold them less and love them more

With so much love to share.

If I could pass this way again,

Though folks might think I'm crazy,

I'd work and worry less; but I'd

Take time to pick a daisy.

The rush of life has passed me by;

Now I have leisure hours.

But time has taken such a toll;

It's late to pick the flowers.

By Mildred F. Rowe

Thanks to Tess for the Angel