The Youth Is Shakily Spiritual
At Life’s Early Phase,
Your feet on trembling base,
It is Evil that pays
And its music that plays …
At life’s Incipient Stage,
When one isn’t of Age,
Vice A Thousand Kilos weighs
Not what The Bishop says …
And at vice Youths intently gaze,
Not at Virtues’ Sublime Rays;
Wrongs rejecting with “Sickly Nays”;
Not much from Life-Changing Sundays!
The whole picture asserts ‘A Craze’,
In sincere circles denied a half praise …
It is in youths habitual
To be shakily spiritual.
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