Strong men do not converse hold,
Even with the best of friends.
Readiness is in locution
To loss of power tends.
You never know what the other man
May hold up his sleeve.
A word spoken in excess
May find no reprieve.
It is best to keep record
Of every syllable spoken.
A man rashly misquoted
May well be a man broken.
Ah the days when we prized
Vulnerability in friends;
When room for weak averments
Was proof of dear amends.
The least yield may now bespeak
Unfitness for rule.
The tenderest man may now declare
Himself an anachronistic fool.
Friendships now are purposive,
Not mushy, soulful things.
They keep an eye on the clock
That advancement rings
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