A “Metamorphosis” ■ By Rob Lindquist I’ve been a slave to me, I must confess; I love to turn my heart toward happiness And selfishly avoid those dark constraints That cast upon my nature harsh restraint. I might have been as saintly through and through As any in the Bible ever knew. In truth it was my passion at the start, Until the love of life consumed my heart. And now as four score years approach, The thought of feeling guilty gets my goat. How far below the firmament I’d be If fear and judgment got a hold of me! I really am quite glad of what I’ve done; Of opting
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