If we are going to hell in a handcart
Why should I be good?
Should my art be moral, when there is dark
In my imperfect heart?
When I am dead
I will not care what is said
Of me by she
Who must follow me in due time.
Poets leave clues in rhyme
To their misspent lives
And the literary critic thrives
By interpreting lost lives.
I try to be good.
But when nymphs call
I recall what is good
And yet still fall.
K Morris - Poet 
We are mostly sinners, but some of us are winners. 😉 Beautiful penned, Kevin! Enjoy a nice weekend! xx Michael
Indeed we are Michael. As Oscar Wilde said, “all of us are in the gutter, but some of us are looking up at the stars”. You also Michael, enjoy your weekend. Kevin