It is a shame, surely shameful I swear.
Lonesome you moon, whine and wither.
Lovesick Romeo, steer your sorry barrier;
Many free fun and fair await your tether.
Tune your body and pocket; up the stair;
These ripe and full seek to meet and sire.
Lace up your boots, the celestial is clear,
For the law of nature leads game to player.
Desert your regiment before you expire.
Life leaves us all with none own to spare;
The loot and titles in the air do disappear
And we yield to death only hands bare.
Pet your appetites, for the unknown is near,
While you pile for those you deem fit to care.
All alone you'll down fall at that fateful hour
And be laid in a cold casket to rot and manure.
It is a shame, surely shameful I swear.
Lovesick Juliet, steer your sorry career.
Life leaves us all with none own to spare;
Love day ere it greys dark, is my prayer.
©Abi Maria Amaru
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