There is a time when the tough cries
Their accepting humility pride dies
Hear me make more than sounds
Here I am the heart pounds
Meat that's tough is discouragement
Meet your needs it's called nourishment

Aisle of choice can be a familiar haunt
I'll admit I frequent those I want
Affect can draw you near me
Effect controls your destiny
Groin during the pain
Grown fully it's called change

Loan me some time stranger
Lone was not even for the ranger
Root meanings are deep
Route you like is one you keep
If you do not seek me in your midst
It's called opportunity missed

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