Age Inappropriate

by Glen Martin 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
Aflame 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.

From: 
8/11




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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."


Last updated August 23, 2011