“Oh !, let us not trouble ourselves with thinking of the ill that may happen to us ; let us think only of what may give us pleasure.”
Don Juan, the man, the hedonist
surrounds himself with utter bliss
but with this bliss he does much wrong
to maidens’ hearts; he breaks their song
For marriage is but wedded lock
for which the key hides in the smock
of other maids Don Juan persists
he snares them with his love palm kiss
Sganarelle, such the loyal serf
warns the master of his great nerve
Yet Don Juan insists on his quest
to love not one but in excess
His lustful heart brings many foes
all of which crave to slit his throat
Through twist of fate the master Juan
Saves an enemy from deathly harm
And earns one life so in return
Yet from this Don Juan does not learn
The statue speaks and nods its head
Sganarelle applauds the dead
The serf speaks true, Don Juan must see
The wrongs he did in ecstasy
Or face the fate of wicked flames
swallowed by an earthly grave
-Megan P. Low