aging and honor |
Lest you forget To die and to love are one in the same Grow old, become that to which you will become Drink, ponder over nostalgic beverages Staring long eyed into a sleepy willow Which whispers to you a past Look inward, Hitherto all of your insolence is restrained, Ergo you are no adolescent, no man of ego, You are no longer novice, Ergo dulche et decorum est pour amor morti Breathe you fool To grow old is not to grow short of breath It’s to grow long of breath A slow sigh passing through unrestrained lips Which from which you may make for yourself A reputation as an ass Or a title from a royal For son You with you bear one advantage As is common among gods You my seed are uncommon Unparticular And mysterious Withdrawn yet intimate But son do remember That when you accompany women They smell your blood on the water And feast upon your mortal soul Women are evil, scandalous Precocious in the design of destruction Loquacious with Janusian words Never trust your secrets To lips willing to receive them For they shall duly be revealed And your own inanity to blame Be warned for treason and indignity Are more rampant Then the evils which overshadow this domain For in time you will spew Blood from your guts And bile from your organs But do not forget You will never live twice |