Classic Poem

Life's wisdom is best found in living drunk;
Pass me then my winecups and my lute.

Strip the world down to its delicious beauty
As you would unveil a virgin bride.

We are all in love with Life and aspire
To reap its unsoiled pleasures.

Grab on to life then, damn you,
And throw away the mask your face has hardened into.

However long you live, you're but a bird,
Tree-bound one moment, soaring high the next.