Lie No More Poem by Edmund Wong

How with the track of time can we withstand,
When Gaiety has become my enemy,
And let me not enjoy her company,
With whom my hours have lavishly been spent?

How would I have a better chance of winning you,
Being a merry man with smiles to charm,
Than a ludicrous wretch, a fortune's fool,
Dreaming on end upon the way of harm?

Enough, anachronous dreamer, lie no more,
It's time to treat your wounds corrupt and sore.
Live not in fixèd yore or the future mock,
Nor bask in the moment watching the clock.

No books of rules can bind what you must do,
But nothing you can do if you are bored.
Live just your best, whether as one or two,
And you yourself would be your own reward.