A Ruinous Life
written by: Anne G
Were I to live a ruinous life,
temptation would present itself;
the flesh and spirit would engage -
succumb would they, to any vice.
Trepidation, caution, fear -
the straight and narrow,
I have walked.
Predictable, much to a fault -
foreseeable outcome, chosen path.
Void of excitement, no unknowns -
the price exacted took its toll.
The story scripted, safe and sound;
no daring, danger or regret.
Was this ideal? I ponder much.
I've lived a lifetime all but planned;
the t s all crossed and dotted i s ;
a plain and simple Mary Jane.
What did I miss, if miss I did, sometimes I wonder if I failed.
The narrative of this curious poem, has but one, and only goal -
encourage you to contemplate ...
The very life entrusted you, is yours alone -
so live it well.
I write because I am:
Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live.
Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference.
My intention:To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde