Disgracefully Growing Old

A merry meet, a merry mead
whooping at life’s grandeurs
Joy uncapped, spilling forth
shouting at the rafters
Drink that draught and catch the tune
dancing on the tables.

A giggleant, a jiggleant,
rolly polly frivolity
dourness out the way
there’s only room for laughter.

Dancing on the table tops
clear of all the clutter
stooping crones of adulthood
demand I follow after.

Nay and naught
I will not wear that dreary cape
cast a side such lucidness
and dance upon the table.

Death may catch me
sneaking ever closer
but growing up
I’ll never do
when I can dance upon the table.


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