Compromise
Compromise
(in the early sixties)
Written: by Miracle Man
11-11-2019
Oft times I’ve faced those,
consumed with rage.
Sometimes I allowed myself,
to enter into that stage.
Compromising then,
was such a massive load.
I thought “My way or the highway,
and you can pick the road”.
In those adolescent years,
I didn’t take others bunk.
Because in my minds eye,
I was “tougher than stewed skunk”
What another was thinking,
I gave scarcely a hoot,
Because the coffee I drank,
“would raise a blister on a boot”.
“Compromise makes a good umbrella,
but a poor roof”
James Russell Lowell
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