In the days of long ago walked a small child
Whose discretion was mature rather than wild
While other children pointed, laughed and teased
She did what was right rather than what pleased
As she grew, pressure mounted from her friends
Her merits were appraised with a scrutinizing lens
Her immediate circle of friends diminished in size
When she rejected wrongdoing, it opened her eyes
Experience taught her what was real and what was not
She soon realized it was not popularity that she sought
Being true to integrity is what her choices were about
A life absent of regret freed her from any ting of doubt
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