By the Winding River

Every day on the way home from
My office I pawn another
Of my Spring clothes Every day
I come home from the river bank
Drunk Everywhere I go, I owe
Money for wine History
Records few men who lived to be
Seventy I watch the yellow
Butterflies drink deep of the
Flowers, and the dragonflies
Dipping the surface of the
Water again and again.
I cry out to the Spring wind,
And the light and the passing hours
We enjoy life such a little
While, why should men cross each other?
Author of original: 
Tu Fu
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