Something worth writing about, that carpe diem.
From now on till death.
I am not waiting.
Time, something worth pondering.
This carpe diem is about that gap between me and my death.
How long would it be?
Snipping at and grooming up my long life bonsai, worthy?
Reading some award winners' materials?
Now and then thinking about that ever so deadly and fast spreading virus.
Carpe diem, from now till death.
Life is short.
Who doesn't know?
Comprehensive.
Money, work, time and pleasure.
Was it about money?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem