Ant Smith

Mortality

Villanelle 1

As from your path you tend to stray

While seeking some new life or thrill

The world itself will make you pay

Father's wisdom is locked away

Young men oft times will old men kill

As from your path you tend to stray

Like a cock you dance a display

Drunken raving is your great skill

The world itself will make you pay

You hoot and joke and then you bray

Your words are grunts and they turn shrill

As from your path you tend to stray

You act as if you're pretty gay

But as you down your daily pill

The world itself will make you pay

Now you had best just try to pray

Wisdom's fingers can bear a chill

As from your path you tend to stray

The world itself will make you pay

Mortality