“The Best Of Life Is But…”

What is life after all but a dream?

And why should such pother be made?

Better far to be tipsy, I deem,

And doze all day long in the shade.

When I wake and look out on the lawn,

I hear midst the flowers a bird sing;

I ask, “Is it evening or dawn?”

The mango-bird whistles, “‘Tis spring.”

Overpower’d with the beautiful sight,

Another full goblet I pour,

And would sing till the moon rises bright –

But soon I’m as drunk as before.

Li Po A.D. 705-762

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