This is not betrayal, that is nature
Calling to take, giving a chance —
Fate’s sincere reward,
If not a salary, then an advance.

Why refuse,
Like one of the loser-doormats?
I live once, and I am not eternal —
I drink happiness with what strength I have.

There will be something to recall in old age,
“Cool granny,” the grandson will say,
Or they will come to curse
For the tragedies of partings.