You want a social life, with friends. A passionate love life and as well To work hard every day. What's true Is of these three you may have two And two can pay you dividends But never may have three.

There isn't time enough, my friends-- Though dawn begins, yet midnight ends-- To find the time to have love, work, and friends. Michelangelo had feeling For Vittoria and the Ceiling But did he go to parties at day's end?

Homer nightly went to banquets Wrote all day but had no lockets Bright with pictures of his Girl. I know one who loves and parties And has done so since his thirties But writes hardly anything at all.