Precautionary Rules
Shun
brash thoughts,
halt anger
as blood runs hot,
use intuition and avoid error.
The hand which strays is too quick to decide
one's fate with a
vicious stroke,
it brings
grief.
Guilt
like pain
is a stain
that's hard to cleanse;
let no blemish spoil your serene living.
Written on 7/11/2016
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016
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