I like to think I’m flexible, although
I’m slow to welcome change or a surprise.
Anticipation makes my fancy glow –
I hardly need a plan to actualize.
The forward look is candy for my eyes,
so much of promised pleasure is conveyed,
that though I know it isn’t smart or wise,
if I’m foregone it’s hard to be forestayed.


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