Compromise I promise,
At least, at sometime, everyone had,
To say otherwise, I do believe,
Is a compromise with truth.
It may prick or pain,
To accept as compromised,
But call yourself adjusting or accommodating,
Feel you will, elated and inclusive.
Try refusing to be accommodating,
You find yourself squarely isolated and avoided.
Then compromise one has to,
With seclusion in deprivation.
So, come, promise to compromise,
To bridge a bond of bondage,
It gives a joy of brotherhood,
And semblance of womanhood.