A Youthful Discretion Poem by Bryan Taplits

No matter your golden achievements
no matter your worldly acclaim,
Under the sun when all is done
The scoreboard of posterity will remember only
That you fashioned yourself a good name.

For the life you choose
(May it be sporting amidst gamester streets,
Or disporting with sunflowers and lilies bedewed) ,
May be viewed one way by
all honeydewed eyes-
but recalled more accurately by an honest slim few.

But on yesterday's field
when you were passing those throngs
Of silly exuberant youths racing all towards more fun,
Your assistance to aid one who has just slipped
-That noble and artless election-
Shall be remembered by everyone.