Mutating Morales

Morals of a man once highly admired— Finely tuned souls in a forthright frank age, Generous to a fault, not worldly wired, Candid and open like a printed page, Empathy, understanding, kindly heart That beats for all, and simple if not sure, Free from a smart aleck's much-rehearsed art— Why is today the world no more so pure? May be, we love what we did ere detest— A cutting sharp tact like a two-edged sword, Narrower mind wrapped in self-interest, Ravenous itch to grab, gather and hoard, And what's the root cause of all this indeed? To covet and crave, a lady called greed! _____________________________________________ Sonnets | 01.01.11 |