On the Purported Shortness of Existence

A quick exercise in poetry. The instruction is pretty simple, and can lead to interesting compositions : picking any piece of advice / common sense / rule / view, and arguing for the opposite side.

Builders are wasters and self-martyrs, that I know. 
Beauty is meant to burn, beauty is so.
Silver corrodes, stars collapse, youth fades.

They say, "Life is too short !"
Senseless complaints ! 
Length is the ennemy of brilliance. 
Great drama unfolds in an evening.

Your life is drawn out, stretched to the horizon ;
As you look into it, the sun blinds you. 
It's a river that has ran too long, so long.
The bed has gone mossy and the water murky.

Pay a dime for a song, and drink yourself to the grave.
You'll shine a light brighter - briefer - than civilisation.