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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Anne G

JUNE 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com

Why write?

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