Hide and Seek in the Devil’s Garden
I’ve had many vices, but please don’t ask me
what they are. Most of the worst ones, I hope,
are now behind me. So, no need to task me
with old sins. None were worth a hangman’s rope.
Nowadays my biggest vice is too much
introspection. Too much brooding on past
times. Too many regrets, and sighs, and such.
I need to know that none of this will last.
People mellow with time. Many a saint
began as a sinner. The young are caught
in nets of passion. Age brings self-restraint.
We become, in the end, all we have thought.
Death kills at last. Old age with sickness maims.
Past vices die. They can’t survive these flames.