Shakespearean Variation: Sonnet 15
When I consider everything that grows,
and how life lives in each passing moment,
I think it like a mirror, in which shows
a truth with roots far deeper than comment;
for actions that build, that give good increase,
are puffs of air and not unending sky,
and acts of making-less, that good decrease,
are scarcely done than they are memory.
The good we do is done and does not stay;
the bad we bring already falls from sight,
so next is but inheritance of decay,
as moment follows moment, day does night.
-- So time is passing swiftly now for you,
and I must love again each moment new.
