In times of sorrow & stress & strife
We're urged to nurse the best in life.
Adjust we must from dawn to dusk
And thus we must reform to dust
If what's in us does not disgust
We must discuss our love for lust.
Our do's & don'ts decide our dooms
We're scarred & so we hide our wounds.
But a thing of beauty such as verse
Ensures,procures it's just deserts
As free as birds from dusty perch
Would we not place our trust in words?
Untill a perfect understanding will
Our instincts are an animal's
Inducement of these dangling thrills
Indulgence sees us standing still.