If I Were Straight As An Arrow, Or Gay

If I were straight as an arrow, or gay as a songbird; then I'd consume the time, exhaust “carpe diem,”—and thus seize the day! For life's too short; and youth's brief paradigm, like the spring season, is much more fleeting than young love (a fact that's best left unknown). So, you see that I'm not above cheating fate: growing old and wise is overblown. Just as wisdom is wasted on the old, so is youth and love wasted on the young (as they say): so, if being gray is like gold in one's twilight years, then my cock's well-hung! For what's there more to say? Life's just too hard and short: so make much of its brief reward.