Memento Mori, put the day to productive use,
Take the bull by the horns- don't let it pass, or refuse.
The hour that elapses, won't come back again,
You need to write daily, come storm or rain.
Premeditatio Malorum, you'll hit a road block,
When the field's not fertile, you'll need to take stock.
The day may get wasted, but you'll emerge recharged,
Rest will give you a momentum, and ahead you would have barged.
Amor Fati, just appreciate the downtime,
Bow out gracefully, while you're still in your prime.
Enjoy the sleep, the rest, remain barren and fallow
Play with words and phrases, or in nostalgia wallow.
Summum Bonum, let the poem ferment,
While the words do all the talking, look at what the pauses meant.
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