This is one of my favorite things

VISIONS

Ah, fill the Cup - what boots it to
repeat
How Time is slipping underneath
our Feet:
Unborn TOMORROW, and dead
YESTERDAY,
Why fret about them if TODAY be
sweet!

* * * * * *

How long, how long, in infinite
Pursuit
Of This and That endeavour and
dispute?
Better be merry with the fruitful
Grape
Than sadden after none, or bitter,
Fruit.

* * * * * *

With Earth's first Clay They did the
Last Man's knead.
And then of the Last Harvest sow'd
the Seed:
Yea, the first Morning of Creation
wrote
What the Last Dawn of Reckoning
shall read.

RUBAIYAT OF OMAR KHAYYAM

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