Integrity
As if a golden grain of sand
That is lost to the hand,
When integrity is gone forever,
It severs a chance to extol
The state of being whole.
Then perfection’s fate
Is no longer open to debate,
Since the tragic selection
Is integrity’s imperfection.
Protect every precious grain
With principles that reign
And guide the astute
Who know that integrity is not
Relative, but always absolute
Nothing less than
The very essence of petrescence.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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