Author Elling O. Eide When Old Dai goes down below, He may still make Young Springtime brew; But there's no Li Bo on the Terrace of Night, So who in hell will he sell it to? Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments