scoundrel

so many smiles have pierced my passions speared by dazzling white so much dear flesh resolved to warm me midst those moonlight nights for ne’er should once I take for granted dreams that madness might … but I have been a scoundrel and I broke a heart … or two with aims quite chivalrous and kindly pride worn on my sleeve I stumbled through the bracken blindly bound to hearts I’d thieve and though I was quite oft’ forsaken bared to break and grieve at times I was a scoundrel and I broke a heart … or two I’ve never been the kind to tender pain through keen intent I’ve made mistakes and poor decisions left rules broke and bent but I have loved with gracious purpose should my soul be spent tho no doubt as a scoundrel I did break a heart … or two this blessing, life, comes sans instructions we each find our way while some folks stride unbent and narrow fools like this one stray but still we strive to do our very best with each new day and change that silly scoundrel who did break a heart … or two (for tho we’re far from perfect … this ol’ world needs scoundrels, too). Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, January 9, 2024