“Seize the day!” my mother said.
“Seize the day—you’ll soon be dead!”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake,” said Dad,
“Willie is a proper lad.
Why should Willie seize the day?
Plan ahead is what I say.”
While they argued with each other,
My dear dad and my dear mother,
I slipped out and went to play.
So, I guess, I seized the day!
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Carpe Diem”