Thrive,thrive against the brink of doom;
Youth the panting breath in folly`s best,
Shall blow his horn in honour and not gloom
Ridding perversity for the sake of betterment.
Decrepitude old age shall taste cares;
The wisdom` trees in utter disgrace!
Of this ephemeral rage myriad absurdities
Alienating its anchor in ill censure.
The waywarding ways main untoward;
The pitiful fall of rectitude morality,
Learned folks may teach the etiquette very good
Still Youth will succumb to the insanity.
May my rhyme prove useful
Against this death wide fall.
