Where
you headed out to, Sparkey
In
such an all-fired hurry?
Don’t
you know there’s danger
In
this helter-skelter place?
Creeps
and cruisers,
Crooks
and cons of
Cagey,
crafty purpose, adept at getting what you’ve got
Then
disappearing with no trace.
If
there’s one thing that aging has taught
It’s
ne’er cast “caution to the wind.”
Though
chance may often favor,
Best
to savor sweet discretion.
A
second thought, a hesitation
Often
proves the best of friends.
Far
better than the mournful sigh
Of
willful indiscretion
Not
to say, “Don’t go. Don’t play.”
No
one should need to live in fear.
But
heed the voices of experience
When
whispered in your ear.
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