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Going Quietly.

Mr Thomas says we shouldn't.
And I don't want to be a wimp,
so maybe I'll get bold tomorrow.

Inertia though's a powerful force.
What would my children say,
not to mention my dear wife?

Finding a new direction poses
the worst of problems - to be what?
A rebel once again, without a cause?

The old man's flipped.
Someone should put him right
before he ends in jail.

Sadly, balls don't grow with age.
More likely they have shrunk,
so the whole idea's a stretch.

I wonder if the poet observed
the warning he so eloquently gave?
But wondering's no good!

One has to choose and act.
Yes! Tomorrow would be fine.
Tonight I'll just go gently.

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