An antsy liberal of 23
resolved that she’d continue growth and thought.
She hunted what she called integrity
and it appears she got more than she sought.
Her husband claimed he had a different goal;
“I like me now,” he said, “and I won’t change.
I want to smoke and dance and laugh my whole
remaining time.” And don’t you think it strange,
provocative, and evident that now,
a score of years away from their intents,
when we begin to view the which and how
of those two disparate experiments,
we see consistency in all her strife,
and he who stayed the same has wasted life.