From childhood on we are tempted;
Be it candy, sex or money,
Be it lurid lust,
A lust for wealth
Or the taste of milk and honey.
Temptation waits at every corner
Spinning webs from post to portal;
Dangling treats before our waiting eyes;
Knowing we are merely mortal.
Waiting, watching, patiently biding
It's time; it holds out its treasures.
Quietly hawking and dangling its prize
Filled with dozens of life's little pleasures.
The wise know his tricks.
They've seen him before.
They pass by without hesitation.
Still business is brisk as the unwary pause
And yield to the lure of temptation.
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