Goodness poem

This poem is not good at all. I spent far too long writing it (about an hour!) and am not really sure why I’m posting it here, except for my prediction that it will not be read! Then again, me writing this forward shows I’m not wholly confident of that fact. Anyway, I want to start writing poems again, and putting them on here and having any comments that might come along might spur me on. I think it expresses a bit of my confusion at morality which is troubling me at the moment, and my further confusion at other people’s finding no problem with it what so ever. It’s far more difficult than nearly everyone seems to give it “proper” credit for.

Simple Goodness

Actin’ proper
Ain’t s’ hard;
Jus’ do what’s right and
Be on yer guard.

Follow yer conscience!
Follow yer ‘eart!
Follow yer ‘ead, lass
(t’sensible part)-

T’part that’s for others.
T’part that’s for pleasure.
T’part for the “now”.
That part that’s for ever.

Then it ought’a be clear
What’s to do and what’s not.
But I see yer fumbling.
There’s some’et y’ain’t got…

Look:

If it ‘urts other people,
Or if it ‘urts you,
Or t’dear bless’d creatures,
It ain’t right to do!

If it violates Jesus,
Or t’law o’ the Land,
Or that of commonsense,
Or it’s otherwise banned,

Or it just dun’t feel right,
Or yer told it’s a sin,
Or yer duty’s in question,
You just shouldn’t a’ been

Tryin’ it in the first place!
Yer’ll know if it’s right;
There’s books for’t instruct yer!
Reading ‘em might

'av 'elped yer conundrum!
But alas, yer moved wrong.
("In movin' at all?")
Well, it won't be long

'Till all the world grabs yer
And blasts out yer sentence:
"Eternity outcast;
No chance for repentance"
...

"Phew", she breathes.