From A Father To His Child Poem by Livinus Godswill

yester years, were like pleated mist,
Despairing… look at that lowly time, when even the lying looks of a youth
Like nature, now sore-foot, and the leaves are yellow,
Sadness wakes my heavy eyes to her dying earth. Happier, were those subtle days

Ay, Captain, true, true.
Your eyes are gray, old, and full of days
The days and nights are hay, and she knelt quietly at the side-aisle of the countryside
When men retired, with their wives waiting by…

You are too young for this like-journey
And I don't feel very well, for I believe we shan't have you long among us
I'll be true to thee. I will. That death takes the glow and hue of thy life
And life the gaunt and grisly form of death.

Not of my own have I come to you
Was it my steed that brought me here
I have been led to you by my recklessness
By my courage and youth and my love for thee…
I have watched the sea tumble several times
I have also seen the cloudy sun days, and the sunny raging winds that bring starry nights
It was I who forge the heaths with my hands, how better could I ever be, old captain?

I've somewhat to tell thee…
There came a time of many storms and tempest hails
Young master ship sank low and high
By a raging wind, that broke away all the limbs of the earth
oh, old master's health had begun to fail him
wait, a little longer, he said, we shall in no distance time be around the earth
but old master who've become wrinkled, old, gray, and full of y'rs
of mostly he'd had lived
across the baked shackle ship, which have left us hanging on the tide.
Many wonders of the seas, I tell you, brother
you must be strong and tough and brave

Do not trouble yourself. I'll survive by myself.
Is it not I? I have seen the cloudy sun days, and the sunny raging winds that bring starry nights
What else is to be seen master?

Ah… the days are dark and the sun is faint
I fear. Many shattering thoughts pluck my mind for thy youth
That day by day, and grain by grain
That the spirit grows light and sanguine with its lightening load
When wealth or vice tempt your appetites
You must be strong and tough and brave

(to himself) Oh, my ghoul and nature have come to façade without my knowledge
In which the struggle between soul and body is so gradual, quiet and solemn.
…I will have a fine sash, and make many fine pond and pretty calamus
Daily, to buy slaves, and purchase lands, for my good will grow like vegetable
I myself will dwell in the castle of air. I shall make wives to myself of chocolate
And my herd; where the earth.
Then I shall appoint a virgin bride, and shall I make seed of wars, and…and…

Rise, we are drunk already, all night embracing arm in arm
These as sweet sins, dressed in cotton of bright desires
Now, we're as pearls on aisles of the deep. How long will thy desires?
beguile you?

Master- -friend, I've known another life superior to the one I'm taught.
The world is not really bad, as you sense, only evil men, corrupt the earth
The tunnel of the countryside were just cheery, and the velvet, silks, bangles, and bracelet of gold
Were but enticing tiaras to behold and want…
Come, conquerors and patriot of the arcane
Come, come, friendly friends,
Come, come, the worldly ministers ‘of Rome