As OctPoWriMo enters 2014, I would like to take my poetry in a bit less angst-filled direction. This is my first attempt. Be Gentle.
Thou maker of unravished men,
Oh Fountain of Youth, and slow Time,
Women of reason inquire “When?”
And “What goddess bore these boys so past their prime?”
Age’s debt disguised in trivial deceit
Stands delinquent, unpaid, overdue.
What sweet legend will he create, to hide his ageless receipt?
Senescent god of the blue-wash shampoo.***
Youth is sweet, but life well lived is sweeter.
Pushing back the due date of maturity comes at a price.
Father time will not long humor the cheater,
Rendering his toll on your helmet-head of gneiss.*
Brothers to the north interdict thou worthless quest,**
So transparent is your guise of libertine, fair Youth.
Toxicity thou wil’st not evade, and comes at Vanity’s behest
Leaden carcinogens impel the irony of eternal truth. Z~*gneiss: a laminated metamorphic rock similar to granite ** Grecian Formula in Grey Zone After Ban : A Key ingredient in products used by men to disguise grey hair has been banned by Health Canada because it is suspected of being a carcinogen, as well as a reproductive toxin. ***SOURCE This is part of OctPoWriMo. Hit the link and go read others!