Quickly!

Quickly!
While we still have our feelers
Engulf the living scents
Marry mirth to mayhem
And finish your drink
There is only a moment left
Tell your wife you love her before you go
Your son will remember things
But what?
That is the only sour feeling
That leaving behind
Be brave all!
Sing and dance!
Find love
Again and again
--
6.11.13
Evening Dispatch