Tho ancient the words, and weak the bow
truth springs where wisdom grows
With love and kindness in one's heart
life benefits from such a great start
Sad that Fate oft issues other decrees
with honey, comes stings from the bees.
To Morn's Soft, Awakening Lights Retrain thy heart, focus thy mind above all, in this be so kind; to morn's soft, awakening lights vanishing vestiges of past nights dreams glimmering soft as they go hopes shot as arrows from a bow. Refrain from greed and its cold grip oft all it takes is that first sip; poisons promising gems and gold far more years before one grows old pleasures beyond one's wildest dreams lust working with Death on Fate's schemes. Regard world, as thy opposition real dangers, not false apparitions; nor idle days, given to be wasted or wine drank too fast to be tasted gaze with heart, soul, mind on alert gather truth's gems despite its hurt. Retrain thy heart , focus thy mind above all, in this be so kind; to morn's soft, awakening lights vanishing vestiges of past nights dreams glimmering soft as they go hopes shot as arrows from a bow. R.J. Lindley Sept 3rd, 1979
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