Some say I’m away – spun
out of control: the dissolution
of so many years of denial.
With restlessness I circle
male species, perspective
skewed by parental fray;
have sweetness to offer,
ripeness – opposition’s grip
extinguishing marketability
we are all crazy, our seasons
passed, preferring the nests
we’ve built to new family ties
fear we will be forgotten, solo,
too self-centered to recognize
independence as exclusivity.
“Independence as exclusivity” : love this line.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome.
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Perfectly penned. I particularly liked the last stanza. At sixty-five I can relate. 🙂
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Thanks, Nancy – I see this amongst my friends.
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