TIME'S OLD FLUTE

What good days stand gay to thee?
What treasure dost thou seek each hour?
No wealth to man is ever so free,
No life is a road that's wrapp'd with flowers.

Work is wealth when time approves,
Delayed task is garbage though.
World has wheels and so it moves,
Thou must scurry and catch the flow.

Hatch thy eggs ere 'tis late,
And all new lives are...