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temperance

a quatrain  
 
The beauty of the soul shines out when a man bears with composure one heavy
mischance after another, not because he does not feel them, but because he is
a man of high and heroic temper
.—Aristotle  
 
pins and needles pierce unguarded flesh  
as, naked, i navigate my path;  
tho my trickling blood bleeds hot and fresh,  
i am wont to keep controlled my wrath.  
 
ridiculed by sage and psychopath,  
sanctioned by the greed of selfish men,  
i am won't to keep controlled my wrath;  
thus may i maintain my acumen.  
 
buffeted by small men’s arrogance,  
i am won't to keep controlled my wrath,  
for i bow not to mal-circumstance,  
tho i take its diabolic bath.  
 
i am won't to keep controlled my wrath,  
lest i render evil deeds for ill;  
justice rescues, in the aftermath,  
broken spirits torn against their will.  
 
© Copyright 2023 June 11  
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Written by cabcool
Published
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