I was a better man before all this
I must confess. I fully blame myself
That could not taste a mere potential bliss
And not desire more. That little elf
That whispers in my ear "this could be yours"
Was busier than normal, and I heard
Only what I wanted to. Wherefores
Are useless; I was simply overcome
By my own foolishness. Had I preferred
The wiser counsel I received from some,
I would be better off, but I ignored
All other urgings but my worse desire.
And so I waste the goodness I had stored
And pour my virtue out into the fire.
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