AGE

Found this poem called "AGE" written by Anacreon.It beautifully expresses the joy of living in the present.

AGE
by: Anacreon (c.572-488 BC)
OFT am I by the women told,
"Poor Anacreon! thou growest old;
Look; how thy hairs are falling all;
Poor Anacreon, how they fall!"
Whether I grow old or no,
By the effects I do not know;
But this I know, without being told,
'Tis time to live, if i grow old;
'Tis time short pleasures now to take,
Of little life the best to make,
And manage wisely the last stake.
TRANSLATED BY ABRAHAM COWLEY (1618-1667)