"Remember that thou art dust."

Memento Quia Pulvis Es

Time shall pass, and so we must

Mingle our stuff with the dust.

Hedonistic hours are fleeting:

Time for drinking, time for eating,

Quickly slips between our fingers.

April's blossom never lingers.

Bodies fresh and bodies supple

Intertwining as they couple

Soon go cramped and creaky-jointed,

Leaving lovers disappointed.

Pleasure plies its sugared fiction;

Death gives constant contradiction:

Even though the young are pretty,

Here we have no lasting city.

Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-09-05 at 07:57

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
A bracing draft of old-school New England Puritanism.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
All too true, my friend and beautifully crafted!