Foreswear thy love
Thy breaking life
To challenge death
To barely survive

Foreswear thy time
Though ill-consumed
The antidote
Is a poisoned brew

Forswear thy seconds
That you rush upon
Racing to each new experience
Not resting or facing
The thoughts fast pacing
Thy reason is muddled
Left to your passion

You would have been
Better served my friend
Foreswearing the folly
Of flesh born pleasures
In trade for those made
Of the intellectual variety