BUSY, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me, and drink as I! Freely welcome to my cup, Couldst thou sip and sip it up: Make the most of life you may; Life is short and wears away! Both alike, both mine and thine, Hasten quick to their decline! Thine's a summer; mine no more, Though repeated to threescore! Threescore summers, when they're gone, Will appear as short as one! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAROL: NEW STYLE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET WOODSMOKE AT 70 by HAYDEN CARRUTH A POEM FROM THE EDGE OF AMERICA by JAMES GALVIN SEPARATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPRINGTIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MORNING, NOON AND NIGHT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON GUNS AS KEYS: AND THE GREAT GATE SWINGS by AMY LOWELL PLAINT OF THE DISGUSTED BRITON IN THE STATES by GEORGE SANTAYANA |