THE THOUGHTS OF A POET
ambition has a stench
it reeks like greed and vanity
but passion is like a fragrance
soothing to the soul and body

competition is a double edged sword
it kills on both ways
purpose is a shepherd's rod
pure guidance and no harm

fame is a fickle friend
money a flirty bitch
women a queer lot
men a confused bunch

but in all this i have found one
separate from the vices of life
i have found love to be
the greatest of them all