No Toga Required
I must admit to smoking Djarum cigars & drinking way too much
I hang out at the coffee shops as if they were non-alcoholic taverns -
my hopefully sanitized brawl with lack of liberality...Carefully and deliberately
selected flight of fancy.
• I feel only Catullus, the ancient Roman poet would understand me - my
puffed-out chest. My arrogant ordering of one the only affordable outings in
this current society.
I think Catallus would see it all with humor...Scribe it all down with hilarity
and then read it in the atrium of some wealthy Roman after the discussion of
politics has ended and to retract it to ever be invited to dinner again
Middle aged and older people do not stop being who we are. We simply add
very comfortable walking shoes.
Some day you will say 'Salve Civus' to a stranger on a street and like them. That stranger
will be the flesh and blood metamorphic of you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem