Sundry Virtue and Vices

Many longs to hear What I have to say. But my lips never care To have the words sprayed. Many want to see my view And know my stand But the germinating clue Will make me strand. Many have said to me: 'What are you hiding from us'. But i can feel, That none can be trust. Many care to know All about me. And some just follow To from me steal. They want to get all, But will get none. For they will fall: Even in what give them fun. For they've made league With themselves: The light and the thick To make me vexed. Some who holiness show, And tend to love: For they'll give you blow, And have your happiness shoved. Folks who care May not do- But just fear To loose you. Not all who make you laugh. Intend to do: Laugh sometime starve. Be afraid of those who always smile. For many wolves Walks (because of meal) miles. Move always closer to those who frown. For in there deeper, Thoughts have them drown. Good things sometimes comes in clings of thorns. Bad things often comes in clings of joy. 17:25:12:20:11