More Shrewdness
A long time has passed while these spectacular seasons
continue to renew themselves unlikely dormant awareness;
images of the past clout me on the head
and rebuke me for having failed to use
more shrewdness and applied more sense:
many pitfalls and grievances I would have avoided!
My ideas were empirically estranged from reality,
no egotism was meant to underestimate pity;
frailty was a sign of vulnerability and confined
my thinking that wasn't clear but hypothetical,
endless times I sat down and pondered how pathetical
I seemed to bellow in self-doubt, being unhindered!
Is hindrance an obstacle or a warning to safeguard?
Is indulgence a pleasure or a condemnable sin?
Not using more shrewdness is a definite sentence
that will make life a wreck, not a paradise instead;
would one rather be unblemished or show a frown?
Only buffoons embrace idiocy and adopt pretense!
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