Years Of Rightness

O right one! class Him with eyes of steel whilst you live,
And never lie!
For the righteous one clasps the nose and knows a secret,
So never travel space-time.
If you have united friends, keep their miserable outlook,
The starship is for botany and similar occupations.
But it is an empty night, space is righteous and right,
The black void augustly scares us with knowledge.

O right one! keep the classes strictly in files, or ranks,
This chess game is very real, very clever.
I need my lever to hatch an egg of freedom,
The prose burdens onwards like the poetry of old,
An old man is a gentler one, a righteous man is everything.
O reasonable one! see to it the years have generated some
Life in you, so fast is the vast wisdom that it is so.