Discretion

No, thank you, I’ll pass.

Temptation be damned.

Let prudence prevail

Where desire glints its spark.

 

Only a fool storms the castle gates

Without a plan

To get back to his mark.

 

Wrestle with conscience a while

If you must

In running the bluff

Between just and unjust,

And saddle your forethought

With judicious trust

While caution and tact

Write their names in the dust.

 

The rules of discretion ride

Cool in the air,

The scion of solicitude.

Soul of a diplomat,

Sight of a seer,

Patient, dynamic and shrewd.