Sing a little, play a little, Laugh a little; for Life is so extremely brittle, Who would think of more? Every long-laid project shatters, Framed by things of clay: He who knows that nothing matters Smiles and slips away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO FUNERALS: 1. by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A BARD'S EPITAPH by ROBERT BURNS WYNKEN, BLYNKEN AND NOD by EUGENE FIELD THE OLD MAN DREAMS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES LINES ON THE MERMAID TAVERN by JOHN KEATS VERSES ON SEEING THE SPEAKER ASLEEP IN HIS CHAIR by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED |