Seize the day before it is gone,
For time is a fleeting thing,
And ever the clock moves on,
And ever the bell does ring.
Rarely opens opportunity's door,
And quickly shut it slams,
Opening never again evermore,
And so our opportunity damns.
Sometimes we only have one shot,
One crack at the wheel of fate,
So make the best of the day we've got,
For tomorrow it may be too late.
First and Last
First is a lark and a holiday,
Last is sad and cannot stay,
First is joyful anticipation,
Last is somber contemplation;
First we think it will never end,
Last with only memories we contend,
First the sunlight is warm and bright,
Last the sun has set for the night;
First we were like a little child,
Last we've grown old and mild,
First our dreams reached the sky,
Last we must prepare to die.
Little Gray Squirrel
I see a little gray squirrel everyday,
In my yard it does eat and play,
Digging for hidden nuts in the snow,
Or under the bird feeders it does go.
It doesn't seem to have a care or worry,
Or to be in any kind of rush or hurry,
Nor does it appear to get upset or mad,
And even during bad weather seems glad.
I guess that I from it could learn,
Not to be so depressed at every turn,
Because the little squirrel out in the cold,
Seems not to fret about life or getting old.
Elm Leaf
Elm Leaf upon the tree,
Wonderfully formed somehow,
From the dust you and me,
And back to dust soon enow.
Our brief time in the sun,
Swayed by the wind and rain,
Will end when our days are done,
As we pass from this earthly plane.
Little leaf, such a delight to view,
Gleaming upon the tree so fine,
I thank God in Heaven for you,
And that this moment was mine.
