Robbie Burns

“Pleasures are like poppies spreadYou seize the flower its bloom is shedOr like the snow falls in the riverA moment white, then melts foreverOr like the Borealis raceThat flit ere you can point their placeOr like the rainbow's lovely formEvanshing amidst the stormNae man can tether time nor tideThe hour approaches, Tam must ride”