Et in Arcadia ego.

Charon, take me to the other side,

For I have fulfilled my life.

I am content to leave now,

And end without much strife.

For I have lived, and I have loved,

Four score more than my due.

The bill of vice must now be paid,

On this night, make me your crew.

Aphrodite intoxicated me,

I loved all beauty and good art.

Many arts were loved too much,

These ideals, I must now part.

Her slender frame, her Siren's voice,

Led me astray to engulfing fire.

Not Aphrodite, but Dionysius,

Held the key to my desire.

My love, it had turned sour,

Wine to vinegar it went.

But hope from unknowing eyes,

Made it pure and effulgent.

I believed them to admire me,

Truth, they were all but distain.

My family's love morphed,

From a pelican to a crane.

She was a celestial deity;

Who had been banished from above.

She brought their beauty down to Earth,

In the crowd of crows, she was the dove.

Her beliefs were of the bohemians,

Truth, beauty and freedom tonic.

But as I, she was ensnared,

And we shared a love platonic.

But all things end, as does youth,

And our love, which I thought would last,

So my admiration sailed away,

With I tied to the mast.

As love's cur, I was maltreated,

But willingly I entered the pact.

My goal was to enjoy myself,

To which, I did Just that!