O Cruel fair, <br />Whose flowing hair <br />The envy and the pride of all is, <br />As onward roll <br />The years, that poll <br />Will get as bald as a billiard ball is; <br />Then shall your skin, now pink and dimply, <br />Be tanned to parchment, sear and pimply! <br /> <br />When you behold <br />Yourself grown old, <br />These words shall speak your spirits moody: <br />'Unhappy one! <br />What heaps of fun <br />I've missed by being goody-goody! <br />Oh, that I might have felt the hunger <br />Of loveless age when I was younger!'<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-ligurinus/
