This crowded life of God's good giving <br />No man has relished more than I; <br />I've been so goldarned busy living <br />I've never had the time to die. <br />So busy fishing, hunting, roving, <br />Up on my toes and fighting fit; <br />So busy singing, laughing, loving, <br />I've never had the time to quit. <br /> <br />I've never been one for thinking <br />I've always been the action guy; <br />I've done my share of feasting, drinking, <br />And lots of wenching on the sly. <br />What all the blasted cosmic show meant, <br />I've never tried to understand; <br />I've always lived just for the moment, <br />And done the thing that came to hand. <br /> <br />And now I'll toddle to the garden <br />And light a good old Henry Clay. <br />I'm ninety odd, so Lord, please pardon <br />My frequent lapses by the way. <br />I'm getting tired; the sunset lingers; <br />The evening star serenes the sky; <br />The damn cigar burns to my fingers . . . <br />I guess . . . I'll take . . . time off . . . to die.<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-busy-man/
