Gather Ye Roses

Gather ye roses while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying;
A world where beauty fleets away.

Is no world for denying.
Come lads and lasses, fall to play;
Lose no more time in sighing.

The very flowers you pluck to-day;
To-morrow will be dying;
And all the flowers are crying,

And all the leaves have tongues to say,
~Gather ye roses while ye may.~

"Gather Ye Roses"

Written By:Robert Louis Stevenson