Life At Its Best
Life At Its Best
My friend, do not ask what evil deeds your enemy aspires.
Or worry whether friend of foe will with battle fights, acquire.
Take no thought of rudeness, which upon thee did transpire.
Or ponder ways in which revenge could low blows send most hatefully.
Bereave not with fear that tomorrow your good fortune shall subside.
Or fantasize love lost again abiding near your side.
For time thus spent imagining will surely rob life of its best.
Its wiser, friend, to spend yourself on time that is at hand,
And seize the day for all it is worth with goodness and with zest.
Poetic form: Carpe Diem
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
11-14-09
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