Ideals we all start with at the beginning
When anything was possible and shining
But what happened to these things we held
And for a brave new world that we could meld
Were they taken away a piece at a time
When compromise was the way to find
It seemed that defining good and bad
Was as easy as who wore the black hat so mad
I now can't work out sometimes should I applaud
When someone wins and gains their reward
Or do I sternly rebuke and disapprove of them
And decide there is no way for their position to defend.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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