Ideals Poem by Paul Warren

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