Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Reflection by a Waterfall

Dr Abe V Rotor
Amadeo Waterfalls, Cavite

Reflect not my folly and greed,
Never Narcissus of old;
Of the deities on his shoulder,
Of youth never growing old.

Reflect not of the future gloom,
Of Heaven denied and lost,
Lost pristine and the butterflies,
And of the Malthusian ghost.

Death is an empty shell I see
Lying in the murky depth,
And a lone deer in memory
Shall man someday pay his debt.

The Good Life, oh we always say,
Is progress and destiny,
Taming both time and space
To create our sense of beauty.

Narcissus, what lesson have you
Taught mankind since you fell in?
Oh, beauty, the land of the doomed,
Where lust is the greatest sin. ~

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