I'll stop to smell the flowers sweet,
You'll run to not be late.
And I'll arrive at half-past-nine…
You arrived at eight.
An you will get the raise in pay,
And I will not;
But you will never slow,
And I will know the joys of life,
The beauty of the snow.
The softness of the moss
Or the swell smell of the rose.
And because you get the money,
I'll know things you'll never know.
