What Whimsy Webs We Weave
One day, we’re up, a mindless soul.
Upon rising, we dare extol
a friend with praise on just a whim
and then the next day, slander him.
Behavior talks without control.
Vexation and steadfastness clash
to build impressions made of ash.
Resolve to reach the wiser choice
judicious forethought, then rejoice
beyond just framing photoflash.*
Hail fellow, speak what you believe
and watch your deeds, lest you deceive
by conduct, values you profess.
Caprice, says spider, spins in stress
a whimsy web, not worth the weave.
“photoflash –a brief pulse of high current with little heat.
December 7, 2022
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