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
To share is human:
Life is what it is; how right you are Owen! This is really lovely 😊 xx