Tempered Life

MY life or after, deceived the few,

Hark the rapture, and death too.

Dark and fearsome, in the brow,

No remorse, here and now.

Live and live, philosophically,

Get and give. Reciprocity.

I dream for perfection,

Of blossomed womanhood.

With little deception.

Where all withstood,

A tempered crime.

Of the times.

And a shallow puddle, ankle deep.

We have seen repeatedly the signs.

And decided there to gently keep.