Tender young man on leave of thought,
Presents his case to the tiring room;
Not long after he starts, receives a shot,
Demoralized falls by that elder fume.
"Get thee gone, Boy! And do not Loom!",
Their aged epithets blocks his say,
Goes on, resigned, but seen to bray.
The rumors begin to flourish about,
That this young man's stubborn mind,
Cannot admit his wrong to the rout,
And rather is as the prideful kind.
But these family, friends he finds,
Cannot conceive the joy he brings,
For his opinions light hearted sings!
By Evan Gunn Wilson
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