Preacher of probity caught in the act of indecency!
How comes I end up in a situation like this?
Always seeing myself as a model of propriety;
Now, what I feel is nowhere close to bliss.
Am not the type that whine about embarrassment,
For in correction lies a chance of rectification.
With the adjustment comes an indomitable strength
And with the strength comes my restoration.
However, the old me is nothing but a past.
Gazing at the mirror, I spot my bona-fide self.
As if “the man” can forecast,
The future I now envisage with the difference.
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