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On The Other Hand

When I was young I saw in black and white,
And answered every question no or yes;
There were no shades of gray, just wrong and right;
No need to puzzle, figure, or to guess.
But then I gained a new mentality
As quandaries of my life grew more involved;
Beyond the issues of morality,
Were things too convoluted to resolve.
So many complex questions come my way -
Conundrums that I cannot understand;
With far too many options to be weighed,
I'm always saying "On the other hand."
With all the hands I need, there'd be no harm
To have an octopus's many arms.

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