Perhaps if I’d gone out dancing my
feet.
Approving of the use I made of
them,
Would not decide to make a home
for gout.
Had I given thought to great
questions
It might be my head would not be
inviting
All the birds of the air to make
nests in it.
Had I given my heart the freedom
it wanted
Who knows but that, after it ran
off,
It might have returned when I grew
old?
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