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What Old Portraits Warn
Portraits on dusty bookshelves
where dire warnings rule
bad beliefs disabused,
good sense overruled.
We on the upswing,
their memories slipshod,
best advice not taken
their cautioning declarations.
We become roped in,
doubtlessly shaken,
we skip along sidewalks
ignoring the roadblocks
pinning us in to taste sin.
We, like shipwrecks that had been,
from back when
fires were set near rocks
to draw prey in.
Weren’t those ancient tales just meant to shock?
Walking those burning sidewalks now on feet unshod,
tells us the hindsight of those portraits
were not just facade,
and what they wish to tell,
their retrospect alarm bells
delivered from their watchfulness
and their cautiousness,
we should heed.
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