Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Gather ye Roses
Gather ye roses while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying;
A world where beauty fleets away
Is no world for denying.
Come lads and Lasses, fall to play
Lose no more time in sighing.
The very flowers you pluck to-day
Tomorrow will be dying;
And all the flowers are crying,
And all the leaves have tongues to say,-
Gather ye roses while ye may.
by Robert Louis Stevenson
I chose this one because it reminds me of a spoof that someone did of it:
Gather kittens while ye may,
Time brings only sorrow;
And the kittens of today
will be old cats tomorrow
Gather ye roses while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying;
A world where beauty fleets away
Is no world for denying.
Come lads and Lasses, fall to play
Lose no more time in sighing.
The very flowers you pluck to-day
Tomorrow will be dying;
And all the flowers are crying,
And all the leaves have tongues to say,-
Gather ye roses while ye may.
by Robert Louis Stevenson
I chose this one because it reminds me of a spoof that someone did of it:
Gather kittens while ye may,
Time brings only sorrow;
And the kittens of today
will be old cats tomorrow
1 Comments:
You made a wise choice in Robert Louis Stevenson - a writer still a favourite - here in Scotland.
May you aspire through your writings.
Every good wishes and blessings to you and your family from Scotland.
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