3 Angles – 3

Here today and gone tomorrow:
Time is merely ours to borrow,
Joy at last must yield to sorrow,
Such is our reward —

We know night must follow morning,
Yet we claim it gives no warning,
Shock and rectitude adorning,
Often untoward —

But though there is time for sadness,
Let your heart be filled with gladness:
Early grief is early madness,
Tops to spin and whiz —

Life is simple, so is pleasure.
Where you find it, take your treasure,
Everything must have its measure
Life is

What it is

Author: Owen "Beleaguered" Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure. View all posts by Owen "Beleaguered" Servant