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July 27, 2013
Oh fool when in the
highlight of thy youth,
was reckless and one
has to say – uncouth.
Oh fool when in the
midst of middle age,
by then had loved and
lost, in rampant rage.
Oh fool when in the
twilight of thy life,
realised a dream to take
a virgin wife.
Oh fool who on thy
death bed finally lay,
wouldn’t have ever
changed a single day.
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