Compromise
From the time I was born I thought I was free To do as I chose But I was all wrong Life turned out to be a compromise. As a baby I could not choose My own clothes or food I babbled and I cooed But was not understood Life turned out to be a compromise. As a child when I found my voice Nobody paid attention To any of my thoughts and tension But I was not too juvenile Life turned out to be a compromise. And as I grew older My choice of a career or a life partner Were selected by others And as always I was ignored Life turned out to be a compromise. Now that I am old and infirm My thoughts don't reach them They cut and tear my body to keep me alive But I know about my mortality Life turned out to be a compromise.