A Temperate Man

A man who has rule over his spirit Is better than a temperate hero; The little seed of the meek grows every season But the mighty barn of the fiery man burns to zero. A little pinch on a temperate man Make him burn from morning till night , Even when he doents speak, in his mind He is vibrating with vigor and all his might. He might be your friend, that’s not bad Just learn to appreciate his weakness, All he done to you might make you sad But a prayer for meekness might clear his mess. A man who cannot rule his passion Is like a leaves tossed by the whirlwind Do not dwell in his beautiful mansion For he might pull it down with his fiery wind-