Snappy Cute Newt After Happy The Man John Dryden Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Snappy Cute Newt After Happy The Man John Dryden



Snappy cute newt whose root canal intact
remains, from stains free, scalpel unattacked,
acute beaut who scoots secure, defies man's tries to slay,
Today may play 'Tomorrow come what may! '
Be fair or foul or rain or shine
whose kith or kin nor pith nor pin may pine
upon unheavenly slide to lie supine,
resourceful waits his hour till man's devoured, sauce sweet and sour.

(25 February 2012)

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He who can call today his own:
He who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Be fair or foul or rain or shine
The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine.
Not Heaven itself upon the past has power,
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
John Dryden
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