If you can empty secretly
The coffers of your own house
If you are unmoved
By the tears in your old folks' eyes
You have transcended, my son
Beyond the realms of mortal reprobation.
Perdition awaits
There shall be no redemption.
If you think the seconds
Shall stop ticking at your behest
And if you think this verse
Shall leave naught but its creator for worse
Yours is a deluded mind
And- what's more- mine is not, my son!
P.S. El Colorado.
The coffers of your own house
If you are unmoved
By the tears in your old folks' eyes
You have transcended, my son
Beyond the realms of mortal reprobation.
Perdition awaits
There shall be no redemption.
If you think the seconds
Shall stop ticking at your behest
And if you think this verse
Shall leave naught but its creator for worse
Yours is a deluded mind
And- what's more- mine is not, my son!
P.S. El Colorado.
I'm secretly falling in love with that woman. Well, not any more. :)
ReplyDeleteI have long been in love with that woman! She is the ultimate fantasy, 'nuff said.
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