Fair Prospect

    By Bill


    Posted on Saturday, 5 May 2007

    1.

    Behold the quintessential half-blind fool
    Who thinks love's ardor bows to fortune's hand,
    And reckons value by bespoken rule
    Of social grace and arch familial strand.
    No consequence does comely lass receive,
    As cold conceit love's true temptation spurns.
    Presumptuous haughty manners naught achieve
    As heartless phrase in beauty's bosom burns.

    Though pedigree may bind begrudged respect,
    Intemperate love unravels tight-knit rope.
    True bonds grow deep in faithful hearts unchecked
    By pride but mantled in translucent hope.
    Good fortune may indeed misfortune bring
    When arrogance disdains love's offering.

    2.

    Demeaning slights, quite deep and keenly felt,
    Can conjure thoughts that best are left unsaid,
    And rumination raises stinging welt
    As reason shrinks and bias grows well-fed.
    An eager willingness to read the worst
    In adversary's nod or word or glance
    Makes plain to all that hidden hurts are nursed
    And views are clouded by traumatic trance.

    Yet awkward facts judiciously supply
    Fresh proof that hasty views are counterfeit.
    Then wrongly held assertions go awry,
    And ignorance is cut by sharpened wit.
    At last one knows oneself and may embrace
    True sketch of all, and all false prints erase.

    The End


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