I see the look on censure’s face –
As cold as any sea –
And hear it say, “You’re a disgrace!
Be off and leave me be!”

There was a time when such a dart
Would take a little piece
Out of my much-too-touchy heart
And cancel my release.

But now, no matter what transpires,
It doesn’t change my mien;
Because I’m one with my desires,
No shade can dull my sheen.

I greet objection with a smile
And turn and walk a playful mile.

Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash

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