Anon

a pleasure without guilt or guilty without pleasure our life is hardly built by any other measure we live a way we wanted to to find some joy of time to want to see what we can do at least we're so inclined yet hold on dear to what we jilt as mindful we cast aside evaporate our love to wilt what we say we most abide so err we must, oh humanity turns we take or straighten 'round corners that we cannot see some path or road not taken who knows what line ended on the twists and turns of fate the bed we choose to lie upon our life's appetite to sate take heart do i, as so do you that angst will fall away leaving golden times to value 'til there's nothing more to say © Goode Guy 2012-01-24