Sonnet 43 With Lore We Pay Poem by Francisco Luis Arroyave Tabares

From brief and beautiful adolescence
Our life moves along without demurage
Giving chances to whom deserves homage
To fire a copious incandescence.

But others will then stay in innocence
Or will fall swiftly into disparage
Under Bachae's and passions' cruel bondage 7
To walk blind condemned to desipience. 8

It is easy to thrive in the galore
With little time when our pains we bemoan
Or even claim achievements of our arts.
Youth can be too short unless we add lore
To pay back Nature for its treasures loan
And to be more free as our journey starts.
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7- Bachae = Gr. & Roman Myt., the priestesses of
Bacchus, the god of wine and revelry 8-.desipience= foolishness, trifling.