FINDING TRUTH WHEREVER IT MAY BE FOUND: For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds. Lilies that fester smell worse than weeds. - Shakespeare, Sonnet 94
One more poem, this one by Walter Romig, more clever than good but worth a gander:
TEMPTATION
Nature's daughter, comely miss
Leaned her lips for me to kiss
But refused me, proven weak,
And in scorn she slapped my cheek.
Nature's daughter, not just cruel
Taunt the weakling and the fool
Prove yourself our lover when
we resist you and are men.
3 comments:
interesting post..
it caused me to think of a perspective of my own from the past, it inspired me to write a persepctive indeed !!.
thanks for the inspiration. good ole boy wally romig would turn in his grave if the dear chap read what i wrote.
thanks
SV
:>)
;>)
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