When we are young and wake from sleep, What pillow-fights we share with Life! We laugh and punch, and never dream How Death can end that joyful strife. We'll not let Time destroy that dream, But in old age our spirit brave Shall, like a snowflake in its fall, Dance while it hovers o'er the grave. Contented men are still my theme, Who -- though too poor for ivory keys -- Still whistle with their naked lips Their happy tunes of careless ease. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BETRAND AND GOURGAUD TALK OVER OLD TIMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 51. ASH-SHAHID by EDWIN ARNOLD TO MRS. AIKIN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD CHRISTMAS MORNING by RICHARD BECK |