Analysis of Sorcerer Virgil and I

Recollection is dangerous.
Tragedy? Repeats itself.
It is a tale of a sorcerer.
Virgil, he called himself.

Dreading old age,
he looked for ways to rejuvenate.
Chopped himself into a cauldron.
To be cooked for 8 days straight.

As needed, he hired a guard.
So no one peeped in.
But as is nature,
the watchman couldn't hold it in.

It was too soon.

Virgil, like a child,
disappeared with a cry.
So it is with me.
The fate I must live by.

For I too peeped in early,
into the cauldron; the cauldron of life.
Thus, with no doubt,
will never manage to be more than a child.