Author Frederick Adam Wright Come let us bathe and let us crownOur heads with roses. Let us drownIn wine our troubles, while we callFor bigger tankards. Soon to allOld age and death an end will bring,And youth and joy are on the wing. 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