The Newsroom just dropped this poem tonight on the show & it killed me... I love poetry.

To the Virgins, to make much of Time  

GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,   

Old Time is still a-flying: 

And this same flower that smiles to-day   

To-morrow will be dying. 

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,  

The higher he ‘s a-getting, 

The sooner will his race be run,   

And nearer he ‘s to setting.  

That age is best which is the first,   

When youth and blood are warmer;  

But being spent, the worse, and worst   

Times still succeed the former.  

Then be not coy, but use your time,   

And while ye may, go marry: 

For having lost but once your prime,

You may for ever tarry.

by Robert Herrick