AGE INAPPROPRIATE

AGE INAPPROPRIATE

A 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 Fitch


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These words of wisdom resonate, although I fear they fall on deaf ears, especially a generation too young to have memories.

Posted 12 Years Ago


This is the best thing that I have read tonight.......hm....the only thing age inappropriate is the font size...I had to squint to see! But it was a grand read.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Added on April 24, 2008
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Glen Fitch
Glen Fitch

Monterey, CA



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