Enough - Or Too Much -Wm Blake Poem by Stan Petrovich

Will it be uncouth
To be the wind,
Drinking from a fountain of youth-
Or is the sere service
Attire of old age
Respectable in more
Than one way-

With an eternity of
Clanging, cloying, noisy life,
There envelops no reduction
In strife, when the two
Entwine.

To life forever, then,
Is to be drudgery's
Forebearer:
The riling summer's heat,
Breathless winter's dearth,
Must be one with death
Or always the twain unsweet.