A Ruinous Life
written by: Anne G
@TheInkTruth
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.
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