I'm not much for poetry, a lot of the time

But a copy of this one was hanging in, I believe, the bathroom when I was growing up, and it found its way back to my consciousness yesterday.

Not every part is apropos, but much of it certainly is.

(We'll just forgive Mr. Kipling his patriarchal voice, shall we?)

Edited to add: Okay, rereading the whole thing, there's a lot more adversity described therein than I mean to imply I am suffering. But still.

Comments

splord said…
Oddly enough, that is one of the few Kipling poems with which I am familiar.

And, FWIW, I know you can.
Brave Sir Robin said…
You're getting a sex change?

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