Gather ye rosebuds, do not tarry,
But pray thee, hasten not to marry.
Life is short and Death is cold,
But Death is better than Love grown old.
Love is fierce but may be fleeting,
So don't just love the heart that's beating.
Travel straight and do not falter,
Or your tiresome path may alter.
Keep your pace and remain true,
And perhaps your love will follow you.
Though the future goes unseen,
Never forget where your feet have been.
Travel straight and carry on,
Else your path is forever gone.
**This was written in the spirit of an older poem. It is based on the poem "To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time" by Robert Herrick. **
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