Know When To Hold Em, Don't Do The Crime

Know When To Hold Em, Don't Do The Crime

A Poem by wuliheron
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Know When to Hold Them

Young women tend to be more trouble than they're worth,
In my personal experience!
Because they have too many weird ideas,
Crap floating around in their head,
That they have yet to sort out for themselves.
But, if sex is all you want in a relationship,
Then you don't even need names.
If conversation, is all you want,
Then I suppose you really like to talk.
And if personal growth and happiness are,
Its much more important to know thyself.
You got to know when to hold em,
Know, when to fold them,
Know when to walk away,
And, know when to run...
All anybody else can do, is encourage you,
To seize a good opportunity, when it arises:
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wildflower.
To hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
To seek out lowly depths all others disdain,
Where ever cloudy muddy waters cannot hide,
All the love, which abides within the naive child.

All the gifts that we all still have to offer the world.
Know thyself, and the whole world, welcomes you in.
There can be no greater personal satisfaction than growth,
To at long last, once again, become as beautiful outside as in.
(William Blake, Kenny Rodgers, Socrates)


Don't Do The Crime!


Don't do the crime,
If you can`t pay the dime!
It's said that it just don't pay.
But, what good's working hard,
When all they give you is your cards,
And you know there's not much you can say.

So you take what they give,
You've no money to live,
And your family don't understand.
After all these years,
They will end up in tears,
With a mountain of bills in their hands.

Now your lesson is learned,
There's nowhere to turn,
And it's no use pleading for help.
When you're left on the heap,
There is nothing to keep you,
From going and helping yourself,

The dilemma you've found,
Is you are morally bound,
Now your moral code needs a review,
So what do you care,
You know life isn't fair,
And for years they've been stealing from you.

Yet the self-evident truth remains, you let them steel your soul.

(Jim Brown)

© 2018 wuliheron


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wuliheron
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I'm a brain damaged, mentally deranged, hippie dippy raised on Gilligan's Island and Green Acres, but I'm never going back there again! Currently, I'm 11 years into writing a book on Collective Ignora.. more..

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