Tuesday, July 28, 2009

THE PRINCIPLE


When you do right
You may be considered trite
You are not moved
Because you have a principle
Others consider primitive

What you believe you hold dear
Though you loose a gem
You wonder
And while you sit and ponder
You weigh the worth

You conclude
Though you feel contrite
For the prize you have to pay
Your principle is the key
To greater glee

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Great poem