Here On Time
My love for beauty’s done me in,
Deception started in my eyes;
I thought no beauty e’er could sin,
Sardonic smiles at my surprise.
My love for music stole my ear
Once I forgot the secret staff,
Tuneless, lost such harmony I fear,
I’m now left tortured by her laugh.
My love for sugar cost my tongue,
Sweet treats coating every bud,
Saved not by some bell unrung,
Bitter seeps on sorrow’s flood.
My love for french curves’s left me blind,
Couldn’t keep my boundaries straight;
Now my stumbling staggers find
I’m here on time, yet still, too late.
My love for fetishes expose
I’m not the noble, nor the proud;
My judges all gaze down the nose,
Midst disapprovals loud.
My love for money’s left me broke,
So vested was that search,
I envy now the simpler folk,
Who found riches while at church.
Alas, alas, my love of life,
Has proved the fatal bane for me,
My heart’s bled out on passion’s rife,
And robbed me of eternity.
So, let my wake be beautiful,
Let song sung cake crumbs sweet
Let nubiles grieve all dutiful,
Whilst they prance yon golden street.
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