Purity

Thepurity of infancy is

Justa candle, bright but brief,

Dimmingas the world creeps in

Tosteal its brilliance

Likea thief.

 

Thegrowing up and growing older

Feedsan escalating fire

Muddlinga precious mind with

Carnalprospects of desire.

 

Andthough the heart bides

Trueand pure,

Temptationbates a rueful lure of

Choicesto conflict the mind and

Leavethe essence insecure.

 

Yetall are tasked to rise above

Thetempting vamp of lustful passion,

Walkthe higher road unsullied by

Thewreck of fickle fashion.

 

AndI am right.

AndI am wrong and

Nevercan be sure.

Foreverconflict vexes in

Thestruggle to stay pure.