Seven

Would that I knew not of sin, to glimpse of hell and all within
To forsake all that be of good, to seek of life more than I should
To lose of all I once held dear, as now the reaper draw ere near
Would that I could enter heaven, alas of sin I know all seven

Would That I knew not of greed, of avarice, eternal need
To need to have more than I should, to take not give of all I could
To possess more baubles than the next, to see my worth in bank mans text
To waste of effort time and chance, to need to have just one more dance

Would that I knew not of lust, to use of all who would me trust
To think of love as just a need, to care not where I sow my seed
To take of girls, my thirst to slake, as deep in lust I did partake
To walk away with trophy high, uncaring that in love they cry

Would that I not anger know, as hate and bile within me grow
To feel within a fury deep, of those who would show me deceit
To hate of all to me would lie, to bring me pain, to make me cry
To give to me a thing of shame, whilst they deny my pain their blame

Would that I be ever free, of my excess, my gluttony
To share with all my bounty feast, and not indulge like hungry beast
To feel I would with others share, and not to fear my cupboard bare
To know at last my hunger sate, and give to others not just take

Would that I not feelings hide, behind a mask of wounded pride
To feel myself above the rest, and not know shame of second best
To hope that some day I shall feel, no shame to know I cannot kneel
To rid of all that would haunt me, to see at last my spirit free

Would that I not embrace sloth, for idleness once be my lot
To bring of all my sins to the boil, whilst others bend their back in toil
To laugh to play to laze to clown, uncaring of those who would frown
To know that all that I would show, tho' easy come now likewise go

Would that I could content be, and not to feel of such envy
To be thankful of all that I got, and not to need some others lot
To be happy with the song I sing, and not of false dreams others bring
To be at one with all I be, for only then shall I be free.
Brendan.





Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2005-12-06 at 02:52

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Tobias Hedlund
With nice a rhythm you proclaim
humour wisdom and the same
self that we all carry through
life and merry - you! :)
2006-01-26


Teala
So true--and well put. Great poem.
2005-12-08


BlueyedSoul
ah yes the seven deadly sins....you describe them well Brendan..but you you shared them not in pride but through eyes of wisdom....life tends to teach us the folly of our youth.....excellent work again.

~BlueyedSoul

*the truth shall set you free*
2005-12-06