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...The man nodded a bit, taking it in,
then absently stroked the beard on his chin,
said,”Everyone wants hat they think they deserve,
I can’t help but think you got it backwards.

“Not you alone, the issue is this:
You’ve been sold bad advice by feminists,
always seemed to me the kids should come first,
then when they’re half-grown you go back to work.

“It’s a cold fact of our biology,
women have short windows of fertility,
having a career first seems kind of dumb,
you should marry and have kids when you’re young.

“That increases the odds they’ll be health,
and then when the grown into early teens,
when they can do basics, take care of themselves,
then go back to work, and bring in the wealth.

“From mid-thirties to sixties, three good decades,
to work up the ladder and earn the good pay,
by that time you’ll know quite much of the world,
and be far smarter than some college girl.”

She looked at him as he continued to drink,
said,”There may b some truth in what you think,
but can’t go back, do it over you see,
so how exactly will such words help me?”

He shrugged. ‘None can undo their past mistakes,
but perhaps the cycle our children can break.
You’re just thirty-five, you still have some time,
you could pass it on to those down the line.

“And as for yourself, it’s clear you’re your thoughts
that there’s more to you then just being hot,
were I ready to settle down in life,
I could do much worse than you for a wife.”

She just eyed the young man, gave him a wan grin,
it had been six moths since she’d gotten some trim,
and despite the words she earlier did say,
the alcohol was now having its way.

They went to her place, he wasn’t half-bad,
though she never would him after that,
but the words he’d spoken somehow remained,
for long months she shewed them over in her brain.

It went against everything she had been taught,
but more and more she saw sense in his thoughts,
though at her age such knowledge didn’t mean much,
but then later that year she fell in love.

Just six months in she and her man did wed,
Maria ever felt alone in bed,
they had two daughters, impossibly cute,
better late then never, but Maria knew

That those two girls, in good time, would com ask
how to juggle children along with work tasks,
she’d think of that man, and his logic straight,
then sit her girls down and try to explain…
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