That scarlet tulip ready to pop?
It can be lost.
The swift joy of meeting a friend unexpectedly?
It can be lost
The welcome warmth of April's elusive sun?
It can be lost.
You see the pattern:
Joy comes, the good times they do roll,
the smiles of a summer night fill the air
and they can all be lost.
More honestly, they will be lost.
I'd counsel you to grab what you can while you can,
but that's too greedy.
Instead I'll say something like this:
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may!
Or Carpe diem!
Or just be awake to every passing beauty
because, like life's ills,
our days of wine and roses will eventually
inevitably
be lost.
Musings blog: http://www.scenesfromthejourney.blogspot.com
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