Yield Not To Whims, Nor Be Rash
Let not rash ejections of the mind
Blind thee of rational occasions
For idleness renders you unhappy
Yield not to whims
Nor be rash
Restrain ridiculous mentality
For it is thee mind
That makes thee truth
Remain or disappear
Yield not to prejudice
Yield not to succumb
Uneasy and insipid constraints
Shall not render me
My Dignity and Integrity
Copyright © Connie Moraba | Year Posted 2014
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