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Click hereWith the fleeting speed of youth,
I ran down my dreams, lofty and uncouth.
I seized the day and held it tight,
when I could and how I might.
I seized it with pen, with pick and with paint,
but also with cruelty, with gore and with taint;
with love and with loyalty, charity free,
but also with absinthe, acid and E.
I was the merry grasshopper,
not one of the frugal ants.
I drank of the leggiest years,
and feasted on greenest of plants.
drank all the dregs,
then devoured the roots.
I beat on the Bacchus drum,
and danced to harpies’ flutes.
An elegant barbarian,
I plundered most tastefully.
This futuristic antiquarian,
was creative in choice of depravity.
This Pious Epicurean,
worshiped Artemis lustfully.
If unfaithful in love,
I took vice most faithfully.
I painted Bohemian landscapes most lush,
I sung with a pen, and rhymed with a brush.
Never much of an employee,
Still well I employed my time;
attending every art show,
even those without wine;
making every Bardic lecture,
then mixing his words with mine;
chatting with museum proctors,
browsing through forgotten times.
I built my mind a mansion,
but kept my body free.
I chose decor of scansion,
but shied not from bawdry.
While I was a flower, blooming with youth,
I opened my petals to show you the truth.
And if I’m now dry and withered,
looking back on a life-misspent,
Don’t mourn for this famous liver,
but bring flutes, Zinfandel and refreshment,
for to reject the present is to insult the giver,
and this honest villain will never repent.
I enjoyed the tale of your youth. What a wild ride. Bawdy an all. *Grins*.. ~
I drank of the leggiest years,
and feasted on greenest of plants.
drank all the dregs,
then devoured the roots.~
What imagery ..Great~!!....More Please~!!
You are becoming more enjoyable with every poem. Your words and images are good, but you still need to improve your structual organization in order to make the reading more enjoyable. - Keep writing, you are worth reading!