Extravert truth

 …and, who am I, to know wrong from right?
Am not a barrister of clever settled truths,
Far from a judge, that can make all contrite,
And, not a child of ever-vestal couth.

I often bless my night and bane my day,
In effort to behind what I have learned.
In strive to end the fret of self-dismay,
I close my eyes to make myself adjourned.

I often raise my glass to better times,
But never drink to what I deem to find.
I live in coins, in pennies, nickels, dimes,
My life exchange reflects my state of mind.

But, I will learn, to know right from wrong.
My counsel is within, he is my law.
The bench is full, the hearing’s always on,
And, I’m a child --- erratic outlaw…


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he... I wrote about this here: http://www.proza.ru/2005/05/19-11
It's a good subject...

Шуба Настя   19.05.2005 08:16     Заявить о нарушении
Did read it. yeah, it's quite a subject, regardless of the age... :) keep thinking! :)

Fern   20.05.2005 20:00   Заявить о нарушении
I keep on thinking... almost each day. And I really don't think age matters in anything. How wise the person is, matters on what life they had, what books they read and what were adults telling them about their lifes and their life lessons.

Шуба Настя   21.05.2005 04:13   Заявить о нарушении
It’s so nice to see somebody thinking the same way you did some time ago! You are right, there’s no universal answer laying around someplace waiting to be found. I love times of query and exploration --- this are the only times I can say ‘I am living’ and actually mean it.

Best!

Fern   23.05.2005 22:33   Заявить о нарушении
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