Those Deadly Sins

Lust for life, Van Gogh lost his ear, The lust for gold by the old pioneer. The lust for love or which we all long, The lust for power for some so strong. Gluttony,we yield on the guys night out, A few more beers when it's your shout. Eat fish n chips as you homeward go, Just another pint, won't hurt you know. Greed is a seed, hard not to grow, Gathering things that you do not need. Like the monkey with it's hand in the jar, Letting go is too hard by far. Sloth is almost self abusing, Too lazy to use the gifts we've got. Give of yourself and then refusing, We are such a selfish lot. Anger is always inside us all, It lies like a simmering pot. When we think all is well, Up it rears and all is shot. Envy is lust in another word, We all 'eye' what is not ours. They have what we aspire, Ours if we had the powers. Pride, we show our friends, Glorying in their praise. They know to what ends, We went to get their gaze. Sins, deadly and sublime, and they number seven. We all fall foul at some time. I wonder if we'll get to heaven? © Dave Timperley 22/01/2019