Let Not Us Lead a Boring Life
Let not us lead a boring life
Domestic bliss, a man and wife
White picket fences, deadly dull
Monot’nous labours for to lull
Like Sirens’ song the soul to sleep
And Will to blindness, for to keep
Us from seeing, with wand’ring eye
Our secret dreams in silence die.
Let not us fade to ash and dust
Nor make peace with what’s unjust.
Let us rather, when old and grey,
Look back on life and truly say
That it was lived for all its worth;
Every instant, back to birth–
Then, as if still in our prime,
Vow Adventure, one last time!
[It would be preferable to live only ten years in a life you loved than a hundred years in a life you hated.]