I've been sittin' here listening to Sinatra sing "One for my Baby"...you know the one...."And one more for the road...".....dang, I think I'm starting to depress myself..."drop another nickel....in the machine"....maybe posting a poem will help?....ahhh....I'll give it a try anyway...
To the Virgins, to make much of Time
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.
Robert Herrick
...nope...dammit....that didn't help...I think I just need to stop listening to this song....