Parcity

We file on through scheming life's snaring wiles, Unlearning bitter lessons sad yesterdays taught; Biting humble pies for blunders repeatedly made, Yet unheeding despite like fights erstwhile fought. Our one-way treks through world's tasking routes Are at best rehearsals for imagined second walks, Which infeasible rematch with sad selfsame bouts, Fleeting breath rightly nips with her cunning clocks. We thus ought to vastly more steadfastly move, And with every strengthened stride amply prove The truth that living pops but once for each man; And we simply die if we do not live while we can. Smiling turns occur to usher in impatient others, And hence no round retarding backward unfurls; Our feet still unseen episodes constantly beckon Into new climes wherein time's shadow smothers. We must seize our fresh hour in its shiniest hue, While rawest pep throbs in each vein and sinew.