In the early Greek tragedies, only three characters appeared on stage. In Fleeting Time, I have confined myself to three actors: two roses in their prime and the glorious sun (offstage left).

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may

Old Time is still a-flying:

And this same flower that smiles today

Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,

The higher he's a-getting,

The sooner will his race be run,

And nearer he's to setting.