Carpe diem By T. Clark Like a rose not yet in bloom, Careful not to come to soon. Will the frost show up late? Or by the bugs will I be ate. In the sun I warm and grow, Hope I’m seen when people mow. Pretty and tall, that’s what I’ll be, Others will smile when they see me. Maybe one day I’ll be the pick, To impress a date or cheer up the sick. All too soon, I’ll wilt and die, Tears will fall from every eye. Memories of beauty, all that remain, In hearts and minds, all I can claim. The sad, harsh truth, I’m fading away. Why, oh why, didn’t I cease the day.