A Choice Must Be Made

But what are we to choose:

To our own selves be true?

To all men, tell the truth?

To know ourselves will prove

A love that will undo

The mite we have of truth.

To tell all men the truth

Will certainly pull loose

The grip we have on love.

Still, a choice must be made:

To ourselves or to men,

To our hearts or to theirs,

To give up or give in.

So be certain, aware,

Only one choice can win.

Always, it will end

With a simple statement:

Be true—

No matter the cost.