The Tares
Envy them not
Though their laughter makes you sad:
In live derision, they mock your Life—
A dead, grim grin shall taunt that still.
Your morbid tears are seen by Life
and for the joys that you knew not
your jeers shall be to laugh at death
when other’s smiles rot.
Life does chastise—to make wise—whom He loves
and makes them chaste in carnal joys awhile.
But Death, once enamored, lies
about a bed of roses, flowers ...
wreaths.
Time flies---and cries of pain are uttered now when they conceive—
bringing forth their fruit to Him who rejects them (O double rejection!)—
that they have been deceived.
Virgin fools. Cuckolded. Unwise.
Eternally marred by pretty guise.
Let them laugh.
They may mourn when we are glad.
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