Life is to enjoy, take care,
for this may be your final hour;
feast the heart before despair
consumes what you do not devour.
Enjoy each moment while you can,
let bones be all that you bequeath,
for all your wit will turn dead-pan
the moment that you cease to breathe.
With apologies to Horace and A. E. Housman.
10/16/99
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This needs no apologies. Great advice in poetic style. Love the pun! Why is death so humorous? I think we'd rather laugh than cry, that way the world laughs along with us!