Sages through the ages wisely say:
Carpe Diem – seize the dawning day!
Oh, would that I could assuage that thirst
But the day conspires to seize me first!
With the hurry and scurry
Of home’s frantic flurry
And the hustle and bustle
Of work’s tangled tussle
With the knocks and blocks
Of life’s surprise shocks
And the names and games
Of love’s fickle flames
Alas! It’s not the day that I seize
But the feathers floating in the breeze
And the jetsam drifting on the tide
That I cling to for my daily ride
— Wayne Visser