I ask not for the wherewithal to be
Within the transient corridors of gain,
Where greed corrodes all human dignity,
The soul of whom it ever can retain;
Denuded of his precious self-respect,
The captive to vain avarice succumbs,
His passage to perdition slides unchecked,
His epitaph nonentity becomes;
Much rather self-destructive quests forsake,
The more enduring values to preserve;
Do not the route to excess undertake,
And balance of the greater good unnerve!
Sufficiency sustains diurnal need,
A building block in every wholesome creed!
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Do not the thought of vengeance entertain,
A guest intent your person to consume,
Until few dregs of self-respect remain,
And gracious honour finds an empty room;
Pursuit of recompense, a tortuous route,
Is littered with the shards of broken dreams;
Traversing vile terrain can be a brute,
Assailing hapless with nightmarish screams;
Richer, by far, the more enduring trove
Of virtue, that, within the soul resides,
Like luscious fruit within celestial grove,
Requital in domain of God abides.
Reprisals have the custom to return,
Of hand that wields the fire, the fingers burn.
© Meanderings 2017
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