how oft in youthful ardor
have I had no patience
for those who would equivocate
as I would instead asseverate
with such conviction
that the merest predilection
could become a source of friction
an inclination
become proscription
I wish that I could say
maturity has made me wiser
but in truth I think acquiescence
more attributed to shame than age
for within me still the battles rage
but so oft in youth
was I so very, very wrong
now likelier I am
to go along
to get along
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