The collar of my self vocation wraps
Around my neck, both crisp and snug,
But I would fain retain the pull and tug
And risk the starch and staunch hint of a trap
If superior rewards are in my sight;
Were I to wear my clothing loose and thieved
By dwarfish hands and not achieved
With selfempowered means I'd not delight
So much in what I surely grow to be
As I stretch towards my self made destiny.
August 26
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