THE PRINCIPLE

When you do right
You may be considered trite
You are not moved
Because you have a principle
Others consider primitive
What you believe you hold dear
Though you loose a gem
You wonder
And while you sit and ponder
You weigh the worth
You conclude
Though you feel contrite
For the prize you have to pay
Your principle is the key
To greater glee
You may be considered trite
You are not moved
Because you have a principle
Others consider primitive
What you believe you hold dear
Though you loose a gem
You wonder
And while you sit and ponder
You weigh the worth
You conclude
Though you feel contrite
For the prize you have to pay
Your principle is the key
To greater glee
1 comment:
Great poem
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