On a scale of one to ten,
What pleasure do you demand?
Do you yen for sun and sin or
Do you worship wholesomeness?
Does giving of your time and self
Bring satisfaction to your soul,
Or do you find self-serving goals
Your key to happiness?
Whatever brings you pleasure in
This helter-skelter wounded world is
Treasure beyond measure as
The fickle flag of life unfurls.
Fitful time moves ever forward
With unbending certainty
Toward a place where our existence
On this sphere will cease to be.
Pleasure is a state of mind,
A fleeting flash of green and gold.
Find it, press it in your book,
A precious memory to hold.
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