The Old Refrain


“Just wait until you’re grown – you’ll change your mind.
You’ll value driving and you’ll like to shop.”
My mother didn’t get me, and resigned
herself to waiting for my weird to stop.
But I was self-aware when I was five;
I knew I wouldn’t morph the way she aimed.
With mounting purpose and a drive to thrive,
I bore her harping but I wasn’t tamed.

One never knows what one will do, until
confronted by the actuality,
say folks, but that’s an overspoken drill;
it doesn’t capture my reality.
You see: I know me best of everything.
My course is set. I won’t be altering.

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