As if you have to stand amid <br />A myriad of storm waves– <br />As if you have to pause the air- <br />And bellow invisibly clear. <br /> <br />Then, the calloused motives of– <br />right and wrong– drills a hole– <br />at the temple of your pickled scruples. <br /> <br />And you heft– rustle a misty breath <br />As you palpate the white washed doubt <br />Attached with your virtuous demeanor’s clevis- <br />And you smile– another guise- another felicitous life.<br /><br />Daffodil Decarie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/felicitious-life/
