Author Bai Juyi Last year, when I lay sick, I vowed I'd never touch a drop again As long as I should live. But who could know Last year What this year's spring would bring ? And here I am, Coming home from old Liu's house As drunk as I can be! Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 2.7 (3 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments