A Shade of Transgression

Dear Les,

Tis' a fool's gold I cherish

and wish to taste.

For its grasp I cannot hold

or I will benounced rotten with wickedness

and far too bold.

I bite my tongue in hungry anger

and as the blood drips from my mouth,

I become tired with pain.

And you so young try and rein.

But I’ll not allow the mistake to be made again,

so advice I linger on my lips for a friend.

To you I offer with feeble hands.

But be patient, do not demand;

for greed can spoil every man.

Value lies in Garden green manor....

Mallus