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