An Old Memory

I could not follow you, good teacher, why
Demand what I could not safely afford?
Amid my riches in mourning I lie,
Thinking of when you might have been my Lord.
I was young but prudent, you had something
Worth having, I want to ask your advice,
To have eternal life worth investing.
To follow your footsteps past death’s device.
Why did I call you good? I had the law
And the prophets, to give up all I had,
That I might walk with you through heaven’s door,
Was more than I could bear, I left you sad.
Now I am old, old paths I must pursue,
Wishing I’d been crazy and gone with you.

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