February is gone and March is coming;
漸老逢春能幾回。
for how many years can we old men still expect Spring?
莫思身外無窮事，
So forget all those mere worldly things;
且盡生前有限杯。
just finish the limited cups the moment we are drinking.
PS My elder brother recited subject poem last evening when he and I had dinner together. FYI, he is pushing 75, and I am 73 now.
