...sundry vices and virtues

Many longs to hear
What I have to say.
But my lips never care
To have the words sprayed.

Many want to see my view
And know my stand
But the germinating clue
Will make me strand.

Many have said to me:
'What are you hiding from us'.
But i can feel,
That none can be trust.

Many care to know
All about me.
And some just follow
To from me steal.

They want to get all,
But will get none.
For they will fall:
Even in what give them fun.

For they've made league
With themselves:
The light and the thick
To make me vexed.

Some who holiness show,
And tend to love:
For they'll give you blow,
And have your happiness shoved.

Folks who care
May not do-
But just fear
To loose you.

Not all who
make you laugh.
Intend to do:
Laugh sometime starve.

Be afraid of those
who always smile.
For many wolves
Walks (because of meal) miles.

Move always closer
to those who frown.
For in there deeper,
Thoughts have them drown.

Good things
sometimes comes
in clings
of thorns.

Bad things
often comes
in clings
of joy.
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