To my young friend Jasper, who strolls through the fields plucking wildflowers. He, himself not being immune to the wild.
A Lie that fuels the fire of a soul
Is a thief that robs the sun
Of its true and rightful glow.
If not careful of thy wish
Ultimate desire may be the final blow.
The new year is young. Don’t make yours a short one.
“Be not overly sordid, neither be a fool.
Why should you die before your time?” Ecc. 7:17