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Escape From a Trait-Jacket

Love learns to forgive
friends learn "quick!", to smile,

pain will recall
every step of each mile;

betrayals hold grudges,
as each memory protects;

difficult tasks teach temperance,
while melancholy reflects.

Sincerity sounds truthful,
prepared leaders must leave;

the successful adopt, joy!
While the lonely must grieve;

Honesty can turn gullible,
lust and passion feels right;

grace showers with blessings,
where anger tries to ignite!

Tomorrow may bring surprises,
while today morphs right, past;

then the past, becomes history
so each legacy can last.

We know the meek shall inherit
while folly makes a bet,

the greedy will accumulate,
and then, deserve what they get!

While faith moves her mountains,
charity will prevail;

winners will keep winning,
but, dignity will turn frail.

The suspicious will cast doubts,
the impatient may shove;

integrity is very close,
but the greatest is, love!

About This Poem

Last Few Words: I started out merely playin', with words. Guess I couldn't....stop! My, "bad"; doc.

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: The High Desert, in the wild west, southern California, U.S. of A.., USA

Favorite Poets: Keates, Poe, Dickinson, and Dr. Seuss. There are a smattering of others, but why bother listing 'em all, ya know?, I also rely on a few of our poets, here....for advice, and what not. I couldn't possibly explain what a fountain of live, effective knowledge we have...right here in our midst ! To catch a glimmer of brilliance, merely visit: the Stream.

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Ian.T

Ian.T

13 years 3 months ago

Doc

A grand play on words and had me going there and then I realised what you were escaping from as the poem rolled effortlessly on, grand write,
Yours Ian

docmaverick

docmaverick

13 years 3 months ago

Thanx Ian....

...I think that I ALWAYS tend to, more or less; play with words, ya know? I thank-you for being gracious enough to feel the urge to comment.
Thanx, for that.
Sincerely,
doc.