Heeding Morals

Jockeying my fortunes, I moved efforts on the sly, Did many things on tip toe and fly, Some of it was good and right, Most of it was bad mocking forthright, I killed and maimed many winged hopes, In efforts to get in my ropes, Now that I sit back and count, All that I gained and found, The balance is simply not there, There is plenty, But bliss no where, I am haunted at nights, By my dirty past blights, I am still riding the life steed, But have several morals, To which I pay studious heed.