PRUDENCE
If I unseal the door to earlier years,
when life appeared to be blessed with fewer cares,
i may fail entering, to slight an already conquered foe,
who bruised my youth but now slays my elder unawares’,
old men clench the dust of prudence in their fists,
owing more than chance for each laurel’ed tryst,
i might die recapturing youth’s careless lustiness,
or with my last breaths I might thank death for his gentleness…
By Bigdaddy Blues
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