Ant Smith

All poems

Villanelle 1

As from your path you tend to stray
While seeking some new life or thrill
The world itself will make you pay

Father's wisdom is locked away
Young men oft times will old men kill
As from your path you tend to stray

Like a cock you dance a display
Drunken raving is your great skill
The world itself will make you pay

You hoot and joke and then you bray
Your words are grunts and they turn shrill
As from your path you tend to stray

You act as if you're pretty gay
But as you down your daily pill
The world itself will make you pay

Now you had best just try to pray
Wisdom's fingers can bear a chill
As from your path you tend to stray
The world itself will make you pay