When you see your own face what do you see?
do you see a gift that needs to be shared?
share now or you shall waste your life's beauty
which would be a wrong that can't be repaired
Is there a way you can not spread your seed?
for truly who would say no to this chance
for procreation is a human need
and do you wish to abstain from this dance?
Your own parents once faced this same question
and answered that the world deserved their son
and so now it should go without mention
that you know what it is that must be done
Shall you continue to please just yourself?
or will you help expand the world's great wealth?
Original:
Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another,
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
For where is she so fair whose uneared womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb
Of his self-love to stop posterity?
Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime;
So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,
Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.
But if though live rememb'red not to be,
Die single and thine image dies with thee.
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