While the sun shines, let's make hay,
And celebrate the old cliche.
Treat it well, and show respect,
It's language that we should protect.
And don't forget a stitch in time;
I needed one to make this rhyme.
What you see, is what you get;
Are you growing tired yet?
Still waters run so very deep;
Misfortune makes the angels weep.
What can we do? That's life, they say,
We'll have to strive another day.
One cliche that I like states:
All things will come to he who waits.
Time and tide await no man;
They rue the day, who never plan.
They say we reap just as we sow.
I learnt that very long ago.
Cliches can make a further point:
They soothe when times are out of joint.
They telegraph ideas and notions,
Steady conversation's motion.
No use complaining, so they say;
No one will listen, anyway.