Make Hays While the Sun Shines

Time as the wind blows and off it goes Dear friend learn to tap from what it holds Dont desire the shadows of the days unkown For you cannot tell what it holds. Today is the golden credit nature can lend Trade and profit therein to sustain you in famine Dont expect the stream of others to flow to your end Take delight in hardwork and burn with power from within. From yestreday's sunlight do not borrow For it is as good as clay Nor depend on the rays of tommorow For its sky may turn to grey. The seasons are tossed by the hand of nature The dry season: the time to plough, plant and prune The wet side of our coin; the fruits are ripe and mature Both sides are blessed both soon they zoom Dear friend cling to your golden hours For therein your golden crown lies Do not live in procastinations tower Make hays while the sun shines