Sad, how swift the flight of life rushes by,
too much for simple minds to question why.
So stare we in awe, our admiration thereby apply,
the phantom speckled depths of darkness high,
such timeless wonder, heaven's uncanny power
gives pleasured joy, to each and every hour,
kindles the spirit, the enraptured eye
paints beauty that deep within us lie.
Each passing second fulfils a lifetime's sway
of charm along its strange progressive way,
such immeasurable gift bequeathed to man.
So, drink the draught of life whilst e'er you can,
that cradles soft dreams, the love of beauty share,
despite fate's blind hand, hope can sad sorrow repair.
Life is but imaginary schemes,that with vigour scan
distant horizons in energetic fertile plans,
rewards not just the harvest of some foriegn field,
for rainbow's gold can in nearby paddocks yield.
So, slay the dreary hours that pass so quickly bare,
appease life's appetite with life's abundant fayre.