Then, Now, el Porvenir?

By Dan Bickert

Should I brood or rave?
But, keep in mind: take pity on me not!
The stars are set beyond my powers
More remote than the nights of wrath, and moreover
Cytherea has been put against me
The sun is now thwarted from my sight, albeit it beats
In moments of sorrow, at times
Tears have come to vex me
From a curse that many a man has said has cut many a man down
I have been bracketed to the stocks
Yet, I was glad in it
And, I was over and above glad when it was over

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