Isabella

Lucky to pass this way, no one else is brave, each evening castigate, why worry if they jeer, you are not a knave, measure life not fear, by broken laws you pray, define my look and state, be gentle in your say, I can still drink beer, even if not a crate, unlike my other years, bells ring out hurray, call out the enslaved, are here to generate, forget the stuff of tears, why scream or hesitate, other souls draw near, my hair is turning grey, sum of constant forays, love is our celebrate, on this feast of days.