Who cherishes indulgence's bliss,
Shall find naught but poverty's kiss.
Who deceives his self in guileful art,
Shall reflect sting in near far part.
Who's truly mighty, strong of will,
Self-governed, his spirit tranquil and still.
Who's rich? The content soul and gay,
Humbly, finds his true way.
Who's strong? He who conquers the strife,
And in the tempest, forges a new life.
Who's the fool? The one who, blind,
Seeks wisdom from another bruv.
Who's wise? The seeker, keen of sight,
Learning from darkness unto the light.
Who judges thee the best, my dear?
Both thee and foe, the mist disappears.
Who inflates thy tyre, want and game,
Sows discontent and fans moth into flame.
Who crafts thee into a man, divine?
Thy deeds, succinct, and love's sweet twine.
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composed on Ben Franklin quotes
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