Author Dorothy Parker Life comes a-hurrying, Or life lags slow;But you've stopped worrying— Let it go!Some call it gloomy, Some call it jake;They're very little to me— Let them eat cake!Some find it fair, Some think it hooey,Many people care; But we don't, do we? Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 3 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments