Carpe Diem – Fatlace™ Since 1999

To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time
Robert Herrick, 1591-1674

Gather ye rosebuds while 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 nearer he’s to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
   When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
   Times 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.

This weekend it was all about good company, milestone birthdays and living in the moment.
Because tomorrow is never promised, I’m gathering my buds…and enjoying every petal.