JUST HOW LONG CAN A GROWN MAN SUCK HIS THUMB

Just how long can a grown man suck his thumb
I absently consider mid-stumble
Just how deep are the depths I've yet to plumb
When does self-awareness start to crumble?
I've hesitated so long I've grown old
As the miscues of my youth get sorted
But, then, had I been too overly bold
The whole process might have been aborted
Perhaps because I was mad as a hatter
My very condition should me absolve
I could not focus on things that matter
Until the madness began to resolve
    (filling this space with a rhyming couplet
    shall have to wait until I dream up it . .)

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