Anon
a pleasure without guilt
or guilty without pleasure
our life is hardly built
by any other measure
we live a way we wanted to
to find some joy of time
to want to see what we can do
at least we're so inclined
yet hold on dear to what we jilt
as mindful we cast aside
evaporate our love to wilt
what we say we most abide
so err we must, oh humanity
turns we take or straighten
'round corners that we cannot see
some path or road not taken
who knows what line ended on
the twists and turns of fate
the bed we choose to lie upon
our life's appetite to sate
take heart do i, as so do you
that angst will fall away
leaving golden times to value
'til there's nothing more to say
© Goode Guy 2012-01-24
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