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-
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