Had I but space enough and time <br />To wallow in the mud and grime, <br />I'd use it wisely to repent <br />Chances lost and youth misspent. <br /> <br />But close behind I always hear <br />The yapping hounds of age and fear. <br />So let us revel while we may <br />And while the sun still shines, make hay.<br /><br />Bridgid Patrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/age-of-apocalypse/
