Today I gather sunbeams
I stop to smell the rose
I feast my eyes on beauty –
all too soon it goes.
I wrote this in June, now today I came across the following poem which expresses somewhat the same thought. The writer, Robert Herrick, lived from 1591-1674, so the thought of time flying isn’t a new one. In every age folks have been encouraged to enjoy today’s beauties and seize its opportunities.
Gather ye rosebuds as ye may,
old Time is still a flying;
and this same flower that smiles today
tomorrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
the higher he’s a getting,
the sooner will his race be run
and near he’s to setting.
The age is best which is the first,
when youth and blood are warmer;
but being spent, the worse and worst,
Time still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
and while ye may, go marry;
for having lost but once your prime,
you may forever tarry.