Time Is Fine (When There Is Wine) Poem by Not Long Left

time is fine,
when there is plenty of wine,
age is all the rage,
till the page turns
to chapter 25.
sex is great,
till you find hate,
so much more release.
peace is perfect,
till you cant get want you want,
eating is such pleasure,
unitl you cant measure,
what is enough,
happiness is smooth,
till life becomes tough.
snow is fun,
till there is no shelter to run-
to and warm your freezing hands,
directions are great till you,
lose the plans.
money is richly welcomed,
till squirrels turn down your,
discarded nuts.
if and buts are ok,
till the day comes when
there are no solutions,
being deppressed is exppressive,
till you are flung into the institutions.
all is fine even time,
till the wine flows no more,
then life becomes a bloody bore