Seize the Day, Or Die Regretting
good morning. If, in fact, it is so.
i cannot quite yet tell,
but if its not, ill make it be,
or at least some other such.
Any rate, i must,
for the vertical joy calls to me so loudly
at so many of my doors
that i must give in
and heed the brightness of the day,
which begs to set my mind at dancing.
Seize the day, or die regretting.
Well then it looks like die i never shall,
for though i haven't often seized it,
today i have. And its not
yet much past breakfast.
Copyright © Obi Mcgrath | Year Posted 2016
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