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    Deeper The Well, More Bitter Its Drink Tastes

    Days of youth, with its wanton lusts
    Blind to truth, dark winds came in gusts
    Poison to seize ill gotten gains
    Saddest memories, its remains!

    Treasures remain, foiled by heart's greed
    Greed's sad stain, epic loss decreed
    By black shadows in human souls
    Darken lies, take their heavy tolls!

    Flowers wane, water and sun lost
    Sin's dark bane, sweet fruits, at what costs?
    Stolen goods, youth's untamed ardor
    All changed, life becomes much harder.

    Pleasures sought, with no real concerns
    Blindly bought, pray youth one day learns
    Life punishes hurts thus dark born
    By regretful nights so forlorn.

    Deep the well, bitter its drink tastes
    Black the hell, into which one wastes
    When passion has no ruing guide
    hell's shadows chase, nowhere to hide!

    Hold to Light, that lone dark voice fails
    Keep in sight, all that honor tells
    For sorrows, are regrets oft laid
    By deeds that world demands be made!

    Love's treasures, let passions be true
    Joy's pleasures, are gems that accrue
    From kindness and sweet loving ways
    are true innocence, when kids play.

    R.J. Lindley,
    Original, December 5th, 1988
    This version edited, today December 16th, 2018
    (Thoughts on youth and mistakes passionately made)

    Syllables Per Line:
    0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8
    Total # Syllables: 224
    Total # Words: 176


    Note: While looking at older poems to edit and present, I found this one.
    Since in was written in December thirty years ago, I thought it fitting to
    edit it and present here this December. The original had mismatched syllable
    count. I first edited to achieve ten syllables per verse. But, but that
    is when my overbearing and demanding muse stepped in and commanded that
    I try eight syllable verses. Next came a coin toss and the eight verse
    version won. My muse was happy but my poet's soul woefully cries out for
    the abandoned ten syllable version! A man must honor the results of a coin
    toss, methinks. Unless the muse fixed the coin toss too!
    What say ye such thinking??
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; Today at 11:00 AM.
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