When we're young it's so easy
To duck out of things.
Saying 'No' to those extras
Commitment might bring.
Shying off joining in.
Ducking out at odd times
Begins habits of coyness
We can't leave behind.
How sad doing favours seems
Stylish no more.
When we might be rejecting
Requests we'd hoped for.
Someone's heart starts to beckon
With invites we approve.
Do we duck, out of habit,
And say 'No' to love?
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