Carpe Diem

Carpe Diem













You think sometimes that greener pastures lie
Across the fence or down the road away
Impatience makes you fret at such delay
And in your mind barbed questions wonder why.
"This life, this now, green pastures will deny
As work I must from dawn "til end of day;
I put off dreams with what good grace I may
And let the midnight pillow hear my sigh."
Yet all around your feet are pastures green,
Your love beside you strong and warm and bright;
Like saplings are your children lithe and keen
And youth is yours to celebrate delight.
"Tis well to plan for future ills unseen--
But seize the day, leave sighing for the night.


©Robert Ernest LaRock (1920-1978)