The Good Man
Antonius, blessed with a peaceful old age,
Counts his fifteenth Olympics in his final stage.
He muses on days past and the shape of his years,
And he doesn't quake as the tide of Lethe nears.
No day he relives seems wasted or appalls—
There's not a single one he isn't glad he recalls.
A man who's lived well makes his life vast:
He lives twice because he savors his past.
Martial X, xiii