"We are not sure of sorrow
And joy was never sure
To-day will die tomorrow
Time stoops to no man's lure
And love, grown faint and fretful,
With lips but half regretful
Sighs, and with eyes forgetful
Weeps that no loves endure."
My favourite poem ever. So intricate and thought-inducing. There's an almost sad feel to it, along with a powerful mix of anxiousness, and matter-of fact. Yes, it is true that time is merciless and what was today will become tomorrow.
I bet you don't know what I mean now, but take time to reflect.
How I wish I can write something as good as this some day.
Now back to memorising the ying yong wen...