“Where are your morals?”, she cried,

Followed by “What’s wrong with you?”

Then another complaint,

Which I did not hear because I had walked away

At quite a pace.

Morals: the code by which we live our lives,

Yet of course we each have our own code,

Our own compass,

A little voice in every mind,

Sometimes ignored.

My code tells me

As long as we are not hurting others,

If we aim to have integrity,

That compass is pointing in the right direction.