Strange Wine

 

When I have known my childhood to pass

Like the squeak of a sneaker on grass,

And when I see my manhood as it streams

In pity, towards an old man’s dreams,

Then I know God;

He must and does exist,

Someone to blame
for all that is amiss.

 

Ignorance thrives until the grave.

I want to be prosperous and ignorant

Like the best of men,

But sadly, I must drain this cup of time

Which to the gods is just wine.

 

I want to break hearts, and inherit fortunes,

Defend the virtues of the worst against the best

But alas, I have this potion to consume,

And after that, must rest.