I’ve Little Patience With

I've little patience with those friends of mineWho say that life is naught since all men die -Who would the tavern's richest juice declineBecause the tavern closes bye and bye?

From A Long Apprenticeship: The Collected Poems of Fred Cogswell. Reprinted with permission of Kathleen Forsythe, Cogswell's literary executor. Back to Selected Poems