by Luis G. Dato
And now, at sixty, what the battle-plan
To execute until the final day,
Before we shall have turned once more to clay,
When end at last our world of mortal man?
If only it were given that we can
As we would will, the course of time to stay,
On earth pursue our everlasting way.
If Adam, Eve had heeded Heaven’s ban!
But now this so late day, what use to cry,
With Heaven contend on what might well have been?
Let’s live and love until the flesh says nay,
Our poems write until the wells run dry,
The sonnets ultimate rime while we may,
And having written, wait with mind serene.
