My friend , please stroll along the path of life,
and stop to see the treasures on the way .
Don't hurry past them. Stop to see a knife,
some shells , cute toys at Quaint Antiques Display.
Heh sister ! Go outside and smell a rose
or walk on grass or browse the stores for gifts .
Please write a poem , pen a wondrous prose,
be lost in reverie and darkness lifts .
Sweet mother, spend a little of your time ,
and listen to the chatter of your child .
Enjoy your story time with her and rhyme
her words in sing- song way with ends compiled.
These treasures , joy abundant of our life,
oft charm us ,wipe away our pains and strife.