Charles Henderson Poet Quatrain

Temptation

Come I now to crossroads barren
No help have I which way to go
Now desert me, fame and fortune
My fickleness has naught to show

Such thoughts tend to leave me weary
steeped in mire of my own design
A windblown place, drab and dreary
with no happiness or sunshine

Know I better than there linger
Grand funk is never really grand
Hang the prize a little higher
On solid rock is where I stand

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Lucilla Carrillo February 1, 2014 at 2:52 PM The crossroads in life are many and we we all have trouble which one to chose. there will always be temptations, but it's a dession that we have to make. I loved your last line... Lucilla