THE years of a lifetime do not reach a hundred, Yet they contain a thousand years' sorrow. When days are short and the dull nights long, Why not take a lamp and wander forth? If you want to be happy you must do it now, There is no waiting till an after-time. The fool who's loath to spend the wealth he's got Becomes the laughing-stock of after ages. It is true that Master Wang became immortal, But how can @3we@1 hope to share his lot? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA AND MUDJEKEEWIS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE GYPSY by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS LONDON WIND by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA HOME'S A NEST by WILLIAM BARNES SONNET: 17 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |