TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME.by Robert HerrickGATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old time is still a-flying:And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying.The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting,The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting.That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer;But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former.Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may go marry:For having lost but once your prime You may for ever tarry.
I shall be not coy, Jarhead, for having lost it once, I am now experiencing a secondary virginity.
Look at me, I'm a poetmerry matron full of fireyou've realized life's not so direfluff your hair, don gay attireyou're still too sexy to retire dance before your hips are brokenspeak your words as yet unspokenbeauty's but a jeweled tokenthe spell is lost, you have awoken.
Go get it done, Good Lookin! You have your pick of whoever you desire.Mango
Hope it was obvious that some of that was meant to be tongue in cheek.
Good job at the poetry, though it chagrins me to see the juxtaposition of 'don' and 'gay'.
Excellent work, ma'am.
OK Don, that made me laugh. I assure you that's not what I was thinking when I wrote it.Mzchief, I'm obviously NOT a poet but I like the bit about the broken hips.
Mango, if that were only true!
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TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME.
by Robert Herrick
GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may go marry:
For having lost but once your prime
You may for ever tarry.
I shall be not coy, Jarhead, for having lost it once, I am now experiencing a secondary virginity.
Look at me, I'm a poet
merry matron full of fire
you've realized life's not so dire
fluff your hair, don gay attire
you're still too sexy to retire
dance before your hips are broken
speak your words as yet unspoken
beauty's but a jeweled token
the spell is lost, you have awoken.
Go get it done, Good Lookin! You have your pick of whoever you desire.
Mango
Hope it was obvious that some of that was meant to be tongue in cheek.
Good job at the poetry, though it chagrins me to see the juxtaposition of 'don' and 'gay'.
Excellent work, ma'am.
OK Don, that made me laugh. I assure you that's not what I was thinking when I wrote it.
Mzchief, I'm obviously NOT a poet but I like the bit about the broken hips.
Mango, if that were only true!
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