The Honored Guest
Still as many times as before, you cannot ignore you'reeverlasting self,
Always a temptationsto come back to the tables,
As in every sunrise,
As into the midnight sleep,
The same man you are facing on the mirror,
on speaking terms, or in disagreements with,
The world is aplate of corn, the foods on the tables, you are eating,
Every kinds of ambrosia food and wine to taste,
It is the grand celebrations of feasts and the spectacles,
Either you are arriving late for the invitation, …it doesn't matter,
It is a bad manners
at the heights of impoliteness not to accept,
The only party you are coming to join, invited or celebrate,
arriving early or leavinglate as an honored guest,
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