To tell a friend stories you've sworn to keep
Or talk of thoughts that never should be told,
Will gather to one trouble in a heap
And worry more than any heart can hold.
I’d rather face a lion in his lair
Than risk what foolish pride considers treasure
For pride will force a soul to risk a dare
No gambler or casino e'er would wager
The tongue that won’t be held but loves to prate,
Gossip and boast, its ego to advance,
With self-promotion serving as the bait,
Will lure a man to play such Games Of Chance.