You are not young
You, my Monsignor.
But there is still
Some fire.
Let us be taught:
What we have
Even minimum
We must light up a fire
It will embrace light
It will embrace desire.
You are not young.
You, my Monsignor.
Yet you must strive
Your conscience be at rest
That all, I assert all,
You did
Till the last second.
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