A Potpourri of Sins
I have known the temptation
of a train of impure thought,
and the tranquillity of virtue
that can’t be with lucre bought.
I’ve coveted riches not mine
with the stealth of impropriety,
and rejoiced in the righteousness
of a random act of charity.
I hide the stains of offenses
which the Ganges cannot rinse,
I’ve tasted the milk of goodness
and sniffed a potpourri of sins.
Copyright © Bernard Chan | Year Posted 2019
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