I had exactly one hour to read for class. So instead, I wrote this. Heed my words young friend. Heed my words.
Once there was a young lad, when the Earth was soft and new,
The days were long, the nights were short and wine as sweet as dew,
For 1,000 leagues as the crow flies, the vagabond so blind,
And 1,000 more as the fox runs, did seek, but did not find,
And if he had, this wayward son, would see her standing there,
Would draw a burning, naked breath, would drink the virgin air,
And though she walked beside him and she thought to keep him near,
That spring it turned to winter and the winter months to years,
When I was a young lad, there were many things I knew,
But I seem to have forgot them all, every one, but you,
I stare into the night and search for you my unwed bride,
But all I see reflected is my wounded, sinful pride.
And as for you my kind young friend, there is yet time for thee,
Go outside and woo a lass, but leave your looms with me.
