Sense of Guilt

Great he really is,

Who has the sense of guilt in his,

Heart as had Jim of Lord Jim,

The man who used to daydream.


Half of the sin is gone,

If feels sorry one,

And dares to face reality,

Saved he is ultimately.


Living like a coward is akin to demise,

Let your conscience speak, let it rise.

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Book Poem

Read Lord Jim a million years ago - a revisit might be the point of this poem. Typee and Billy Budd too, loved those romantic adventures. I have the 3 Musketeers and "The Count" too - do I dare? :D



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You must go for it...

You must go for it my friend. :)