Poem on moral values in english
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What is Wrong?
The virtuous and honest man
Will seldom win, the cynics write.
Most lie and cheat as much they can.
Integrity's a losing fight.
Distrust and falseness they convey,
Ignoring all the harm they do.
They see no black nor white, just gray.
They've conscience none, and scruples few.
Remain resolved when others claim
No one can judge what's right or wrong.
Refuse to yield or play their game.
Your core beliefs will keep you strong.
For peace of mind lies down this road:
Adherence to a moral code
-Richard Thomas
Taken from all poetry.com
The virtuous and honest man
Will seldom win, the cynics write.
Most lie and cheat as much they can.
Integrity's a losing fight.
Distrust and falseness they convey,
Ignoring all the harm they do.
They see no black nor white, just gray.
They've conscience none, and scruples few.
Remain resolved when others claim
No one can judge what's right or wrong.
Refuse to yield or play their game.
Your core beliefs will keep you strong.
For peace of mind lies down this road:
Adherence to a moral code
-Richard Thomas
Taken from all poetry.com
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A POISON TREE
I was angry with my friend:
told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine,
And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree I was angry with my friend :
It is written by William Blake
hope it helps u ......
I was angry with my friend:
told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine,
And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree I was angry with my friend :
It is written by William Blake
hope it helps u ......
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