Here you will find thePoemThe Coach Of Lifeof poet Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
Although her load is sometimes heavy, The coach moves at an easy pace; The dashing driver, gray-haired time Drives on, secure upon his box. At dawn we gaily climb aboard her We're ready for a crazy ride, And scorning laziness and languor, We shout: 'Get on, there! Don't delay!' But midday finds our courage wane, We're shaken now: and at this hour Both hills and dales inspire dread. We shout: 'Hold on, drive slower, fool!' The coach drives on just as before; By eve we are used to it, And doze as we attain our inn. While Time just drives the horses on.
