A good businessman makes a statement every year
In which he accounts for everything through a method that is clear
He draws a margin for profits, and one for losses too
So that he will obtain a statement that is quite fully true.
And having gained the knowledge of what is safe to do
He gives to his job the attention it is due
And it is only then that he’s the merchant true
For he invests only on articles, that are safe in his view.
This is the way to act, even from day to day
For the only necessary thing is not just to keep at bay -
The desire within you to do something that is wrong
But prevent it from being repeated, in your life, all along
Every night before you sleep, you should make a statement too
Of things that made you happy and that which you rue
And analyze them in detail, observing them with care
To do this every night, some precious time, do spare.
Your virtues, like the profits, should always be banked upon
For they are inherent in you, and were present since you were born
While the sins that have been committed should never occur again
It’s a promise you should never break, or try to follow in vain
So, make the statement of accounts and see you do not fail
To follow the right path, and the great heights scales
Let your conscience warn you while time is still there
Be good and pure and let it do it’s share.
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'He draws a margin for profits, and one for losses too
So that he will obtain a statement that *isn't quite fully true.'..
(sorry it read to me as isn't
if I'm wrong, please
forgive my foolish boldness)..
I cherish, so much in your
poetically didactive, message..!
but, I think
notion's of 'sin' and 'purity'
are so troublesome
to incorporate, in-to our chaotic
everyday struggles and blessings
coin flips of fate
see
'sin', brings with it such destructive
notions of poisonously
self-defeating, internalisations
of events and momentary choices
that sculpt, our regrets in life
when in actuality
upon reflection, of sound mind
removed from that intensity
of a moment's, supposed magnitude
we, just made mistakes
mistakes, embedded
in our nature's, fallibility..
and 'Purity'
is just, such a futile ideal, as
we're born
into this world, dripping
in blood and muck
crying our heart's out
and its all, downhill
from there
with blessed, high points
of relief
star lighting, our cherished lives...
(forgive me, for my opinionated ranting
I just feel, our word choices
make a huge impact
and at all times
we should live a backdoor open
for those who've been dropped
into that monsoon of life's strife
and are looking for a way, back
so for sin I Choose, to read -'mistake'
and for purity, I Choose to see - 'flawed beauty')
thank you! dear Poet
please, don't misunderstand
I champion
your empathetic compassion
and empowering message!!!
my dear friend, i have shared the poem today, but it was written when i was a teenager.
when there were no shades of grey, and the demarcating line between sin and purity were extreme. now, as a senior citizen, i tend to agree with you that mistakes do happen, and it is only human.. we are all fallible
that said, i look forward to your thoughtful and truthful comments, and welcome them always.
i may not always be right - and where i am wrong, i am ready to stand corrected, as in this case
thanks for the feedback
have a good day, take care
who am I to know what's correct, dear Poet
just empowered by your accepting, generosity
to share my opinions boldly..
no corrections needed, simply be you
that imperfectly, perfect: You
a most Beautiful, you!
(thank you! I read and learn)
Awesome poem! Great ideas and messages! Thanks for sharing!
thanks for liking it.. I appreciate..
have a good day
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