Ken - it sounds like you were a bit of boy! lol
Great write and another interesting story that kept me reading!
All the best
Ben

There is a saying that sometimes we are our own enemies and we ourselves kill the very best of us; which in turn pushes away the goodness of life.

Our conscience is not only our friend and yes our foe too and a good judge. For when it tries to stir us in the right direction we think of it as a foe. That is what this poem is all about. Your conscience can be your best friend or your worst enemy. A good message here.

Ken I like the way your poetry depicts the reckless youth paying no heed to the inner guiding voice and towards his sun set of his life it dawns upon him that the pricking voice of his concience was actually his friend and sadly his wild ways had managed to kill that friend.

Just a thought that i have, i would like to share- At times i feel that under too much pressure of the moral policing and the number of dont's that are forced upon us by the doctrine's some times it confuses us. We blindly follow words, but do not hear to the inner voice and the wisdom we all have been endowed with by the divine.
I believe that gods blessing to man is his power to think and each individual should ask himself(his concience ) to truly think and then act.

Thank you Ken for yet another good read.