Traps Of Pleasure (Rhyme Royal) Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

Hasty fools run towards danger, folly-

Turning blind eyes to dark addiction's lure

And seek too late for any remedy.



Today's youth fall prey to traps of pleasure,

The Self-erosion that these bring are sure.



Years swiftly fade away and none retrieved,

Then men regret how empty they had lived.




All rights reserved ~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello

Rhyme royal - seven lines in iambic pentameter; one tercet
and two couplets (aba/bb/cc)