If I'm a very lucky man
I'll reach a ripe old age
'ere I do my accounting last
and sum up every page:
all good I've willed, all ill I've illed 5
tugging war on the scales,
determining the mood in which
I'll set my Charon Sails.
Last moments come to one and all,
Fate always deems the middle scene
best place to close the show.
Thus tragically end all our lives,
so much unsaid, undone;
great questions not answered or asked; 15
great journeys unbegun.
So accountings from time to time
a humble man will make,
knowing soon comes the final hour
and final breath to take. 20
In such accounts truth can be found
by those who seek it so:
to place more good upon the scales
then oneself one must know.
As such, I must ask who I am 25
with each accounting's mark
and, as I answer, ascertain
the import of my arc.
And since I am a lucky man,
I find this same concern 30
drove wiser men than me to write
so men like me could learn,
could read, could think, and then decide
which methods echo true
inside that place one calls The Self, 35
and so a path pursue.
And so I've read what I could find
and tried to make some sense
of ancient, current, of sublime,
of foolish, wise, of dense. 40
While more there is still left to read,
to understand and weigh,
of all I've read, of all I've thought,
here's what I am today.
I spurn Progressive petulance 45
and finger-pointing twist:
Bad Karma comes from shaking of
Mad Marx's angry fist.
The Liberals of Classic kind
are more my cup of tea. 50
Locke, Hayek, Rand, is where I stand;
Freedom rings well with me.
Deontology leaves me cold.
With Duty as baton,
Kant's grand list of Imperatives 55
makes man automaton.
Utility falls short as well.
Joy through Adding Machine,
despite all of Mill's Calculus,
End just won't pardon Mean. 60
Epictetus, Epicurus?
I like The Stoic best:
care of the things you can control,
pay no mind to the rest.
And while Fate has its final word 65
I'm still allowed some say;
Compatibilist Nature gives
man chance to disobey.
Thus Emerson and Nietzsche urged
from Emerson: God manifest,
from Nietzsche: Will to stand.
With Nietzsche's Dionysus and
Emerson's “Thyself trust.”,
I find myself as Silenus, 75
gold Self inside clay bust.
Imperfect, flawed, yet meaning well,
ideal self as guide,
I chart a path to tip my scales
So to Aristotle I nod,
The Ethics of Daimon,
what works in a life of extremes,
a humble faith, my own.
In all I work, in all I think, 85
in all I rest and play,
I try to stay true to myself
and out of others' way.
And so I finish this account,
course set to fickle sea, 90
'til next time Fate says “Sit you down.”,
my humble hero, me.
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