In man and his endeavors
Gold and flesh e'er turn our knobs
And pull on all our levers.
In youth the shining, soft or certain
Drives the young to draw the curtain
And conspire against the very things
To which our hearts appert'in.
And then as we grow sad and wiser
Eternity inspires the miser
To prepare a lasting legacy
As life churns him to fertilizer.
But with my youth by now gone by
Through older eyes I see,
A sinful motor may turn my eye
But the devil driving is irony.
TEMPTATION, n. The nearest thing out of reach.