On Endurance

June 8, 2009

In our convoluted and modern age,
The one reliable escape for young and old
Is the music played and the stories told
Men are mortal- except those onstage.
As Time’s hand slowly turns the page
Those remembered are in fact the bold;
Whose lines today are still bought and sold,
A kind of magic surpassing the best mage.
So perhaps the secret to immortality
Lies not within a stone or a holy cup,
Like the kings of old had believed;
But instead within scripted senility.
One must, with culture’s child, sup
So that Death’s yoke be relieved.


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