Alstroemeria

The sun will rise again, they say,
But will you see it shine?
For some will find, to their dismay,
They’ve reached the finish line.

We know not when our life will end,
We haven’t got a clue,
But with each second that we spend,
There’s so much left to do.

To waste even a moment’s time,
Is ill-advised indeed.
It ought, even, to be a crime,
To waste what we so need.

Don’t push things off for future dates,
Don’t let time slip away.
Don’t worry o’er tomorrow’s rates,
There’s nothing like today.