Advise to a Friend

Don’t shame that heart! For one you’ve seen to throw
Away from you his steel and naked bone
Whose mutterings heard in tones of sudden blue
Entrapments blowing from unsightly throne.
He waits unloved now inconstantly
Casting now in bronze then shaped stone
There sitting long and so irreverently
Swearing by his lonely substance torn.
Now grind it! Grind it now to awfully rough
Those layers there of shame and lying blame!
Grind away then sweep to hide the stuff
Grind it now, grind to dust his game
Don’t shame that precious heart into the mire
Don’t tame, don’t ever let it tame your fire.


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