Acrostic Poem: Self isolation

Seize the time, ah let me not take anything,
eaten in peace and sibling,
large enough to avoid losing,
feel before understanding.

I am now clear as if dying,
she goes everywhere hawking,
of delight, singing,
leave your house in the morning.

A cynic is a man who knows the price of everything and gives no value to anything,
tears saying,
i am unable to sit down and start thinking,
obtain the result of morning.

Naturally you want to keep every thing in his being.