‘Twas then I lay upon the rock
And thus began to ponder.
Of kings and queens, flying machines,
And this, the life I’d squandered.
Therein I lay complacently
A wretched, cold cadaver.
And contemplated time I’d lost,
Rosebuds I might have gathered.
I lay and thought of idle days
Of fertile fields untilled.
Of gilded goblets brimming joy,
Sweet nectar I had spilled.
Of Love, beguiling, red-cheeked wench
Adorned in crepe and frills.
For ‘twas a life not arduous,
But worse yet, unfulfilled.
In this, a time of reckoning,
A time to recompense.
In vain I plead salvation
But to reap indifference.
Therefore I stand, a man condemned,
By Fate’s wanton decree.
To reminisce on wasted youth
For an eternity.
-Andrew Farley
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