If so I may languish in gutter
And sing the gutter song bewildered
By relentless Ills and hunger
Then lose my tradition in that woeful stand-
Obnoxiously I`m tossing away
My amour-guard of culture;
A principle of life unequivocally
A sentinel of soul unmistakable.
If so I may thrive in means riches
And dwell boastful with the affluent society,
Devour`ng scrumptious morsels
Then in excrescence egoistic belittle tradition-
Sordidly in luring oblivion
Of maternal quest seeked;
I lose part of my Creation
And I`m lost in this sophistry world.
What is life`s worth devoid of tradition;
Our youthful obstinate ways full of temerity,
Suckling hastily like an unweaned baby
To earth transitory pleasures than in that confusion-
We loose our heritage.Middle class too `re guilty,
Engrossed deeply in materialism shamefully:
All is adjunct unspeakably,even tradition.
Only frail old age,the Walking Historians undoubtedly;
The tell-tales of tales,the paragons of virtue
Learned from tradition.
