RICK METCALF

GOD’S SWEET GIFTS OF DAYS

Photography | Petals on Denim | Ruth Anne Ranew click image for full-size

Do not sleep late into the daylight hours
Nor fritter idly God’s sweet gifts of days
So much to do in this short life of ours

No, rise before the sunlight tips the towers
Before the meadows sense its warming rays
Do not sleep late into the daylight hours

Unlike the sloth as yet in bed he cowers
Who squanders costly time and still delays
So much to do in this short life of ours

He has no time to stop and smell the flowers
“I don’t have time to do a thing,” he says
Do not sleep late into the daylight hours

Those moments that a lazy man devours
Are lost, however strongly he inveighs
So much to do in this short life of ours

Before that youthful dynamism sours
Too late to mend such languid drowsy ways
Do not sleep into the daylight hours
So much to do in this short life of ours