"Just holding up this end of the bar"

Once upon a time:
I was well versed in various curses
First to raise the verbal fist for wanton worries
But the surely dirges found no fault in my youthful thirst
and furtive was the bounty of my narrative
A slight return to stages set
I mastered flippant shows of apt insurgence
No mind was left unpenetrated and elation was rampant in those early years
Life seems nicest to those who are least deserving
However, shed no tears for the sloping drop of this man's life
Feel no remorse for the tiresome effect of time long passed
and weary are the eyes of those that see
and watery the ears that hear this weight
and wanton are the hands that feel the silk of breath escaping