Classic Poem

Morals are but the order of the Whole
Typed in the Self, the individual soul.
The moral is the ordered thing in life.
And the immoral — friction, waste and strife.

Morals tho' fair, are often touched of " bleat,"
To paint with insight is a " moral" feat;
As moral as the Knob upon a Door,
When fitted to its uses; but no more.