Honestyís doing nothing youíre ashamed
To talk of; otherwise youíre being gamed
By a smooth angel with a cloven shoe.
Man, know thyself; to thine own self be true;
Accept youíre not some other oneís ideal
From their religion or philosophy;
Accept your thoughts are yours, impure and real
With lust, greed, envy, anger, vanity -
Normal in that weíre powered by an apeís drive
That needed those traits to survive and thrive.
Whether you act on themís different again.
Do nothing that, if done, would make you lie -
But donít be shamed youíve had the thoughts within.
Donít stifle, donít suppress, and donít deny.
Acknowledge, but donít act. In thatís no sin.
If you have any comments on this poem, Robin Helweg-Larsen
would be pleased to hear from you.