A magnum of sobriety
Finds me thirsting for life
Whence before only came
Quaffed shots of great strife
My heart like my hands
Scabs over and heals
But the luster of youth
More slowly anneals
Though the ego is stronger
And insight dilates anew
Every moment of comprehension
Draws their number to a few
Charon, the great thief
Steals not in our death
Survive enough years
You’ll bequeath your last breath
The true prig is Lethe
O stealer of mind
All your life’s knowledge
To oblivion is consigned
And the price she pays
For a lifetime of zeal?
A sentence of eternity
With no chance for appeal
MC 01.27.02