What is life
& what’s delight,
lacking Aprodite,
golden
gilt
love goddess?
Let me die when she
no longer cares for me . . .
the favored bed,
(flower all-desirous!)
grasped
by youths & maidens.
When that dolor comes,
old age,
bearing both shame & evil
to men . . .
When always about this heart
sorrows chafe hard,
sunlight no longer gladdens . . .
Then, hated
despised by his sons,
by women dishonored . . .
Such a bitter old age
the Gods heap
on man.
~jwl
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