Our Time Is Short Poem by Paul Reed

"O gift of God!O perfect day:
Whereon shall no man work, but play;
Whereon it is enough for me,
Not to be doing, but to be! "
From ‘A Day Of Sunshine' by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Come now, our time is short!
Enjoy now all that you have sought
For the sun is out and smiling down
Down on you, who wears that frown;

This day is unique, of all it's kind
It is the only today, so open the blind
Feel the warm sun upon your face
Let the light give you it's grace;

Breathe the air and see the land
Brightened under the fiery hand
The green glow and bird's carefree tune
In the magical month of June;

Take this chance and forget your cares
For just a moment unload your wares
Relax and unwind your pain
For this day will never come again.