Once and often, my mother said <br />Don't let flattery fill your head <br />A spoon of sugar is scarce enough <br />To give for free, such special stuff <br /> <br />Words are words, and nothing more <br />No reason to unhinge the door <br />Take heed and never give in haste <br />Else passion wilts and goes to waste <br /> <br />Day by day and night by night <br />Arriving with the speed of light <br />Slather spills across the wires <br />A rage contrived to flame the fires <br /> <br />But fire's just fire and flame just flame <br />If nothing more than foolish games <br />And nothing aches more than the burn <br />Of a heart aflame, and left to yearn <br /> <br />Once bitten, and snared as prey <br />It's very hard to break away <br />And when the fire turns cold as ice <br />Too late to run, you'll pay the price <br /> <br />So listen close, and very well <br />Some words are just a magic spell <br />To draw you in with no intent <br />But steal your fire, and leave you spent <br /> <br />Once and often, my mother said <br />Don't let flattery fill your head… <br />A spoon of sugar, while honey sweet <br />Is sometime laced with cold deceit<br /><br />Leria Hawkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-spoonful-of-sugar/
