For others,
It is easy to sit and spin
To find fault in all there is
And pass judgment freely
With hands uncalloused so
For self,
The path of learning mulled
Is a channel to survive on
But not a plague of what-ifs
That lead men to destruction
For decorum,
It teaches men false pride
That makes them foolish still
And all becomes so clearly seen
If survived to view in hind sight