AGE INAPPROPRIATEA Poem by Glen Fitch
I wish I had more heinous sins to hide for all the grief I suffer and for what? Reflecting back past follies pierce my pride I flush in shame, my heart hides in my gut. Who in their twenties isn't foolish, lewd, at thirty striving, forty-five irate, by fifty overwhelmed, at sixty rude, by decade seven bitter, scared by eight? We act polite, mature, refined and fair, but under pressure we go just so far until we snap, each soul stripped bare. At every moment we are who we are. We're liable forever, but to live we have to stop, reflect, ourselves forgive. © 2008 Glen FitchReviews
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2 Reviews Added on April 24, 2008 Last Updated on April 26, 2008 AuthorGlen FitchMonterey, CAAboutA word is a wager in thought. Every one I pick is a bet that it will mean to you what it means to me. That is at least today, relevant to my race, class, gender and community. The fine print in my poe.. more..Writing
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