By: Cedric McClester

Long ago I guess
It was wrong
For me to indulged in
Wine women and song
It took a while for me
To get strong
Strong enough to resist
Being part of the throng

When I was weaker
I caroused the streets
See I was a seeker
Of all kinds of treats
Treats of the flesh
Of the strangers one meets
Or the carnal pleasures
Found on satin sheets

Then I joined the search
For life’s greater meaning
Because it was time
For internal house cleaning
I’d grown very tired
Of all things demeaning
And the various trysts
That I’d been convening

In a small monastery
High on a hill
I learned to surrender
My inner will
The master monk taught me
How to just be still
And direct my thoughts
From the treadmill











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