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Well I’m seventy-six, but in love, I still feel
Like a sixteen-year-old (whole ‘permission to learn’ bit!)
I sit on the left! Sigh! Dad’s far to my right!
But it’s me in the driver’s seat! God, it’s surreal,
For I find I’m both judging and fear I’ll get judged!
Mom’s love felt accepting, but she’s not in sight!
 
Yes, time hints I’ll survive most mistakes that I make,
Risk’s (small) people I love seem to feel, see, or notice!
God! Love looks so simple (like child’s ABCs)!
Yet those loved can be hurt should I not hit the brake
Soon enough, or the petal (when speed is love’s poultice?)
Is love earned by man or more ego’s dis-ease?
 
Should I sit on the bench or step up to the plate?
Are life’s riches our ‘talents’ or more found in ‘effort
Expended’ when odds seem against our success?
It seems likely not asking means I’ll get no date!
Is it folly to think one (alone) finds a comfort
A couple can’t dream of, a duo access?
 
Is love chained by my questions or more entertained?
Some philosophers say we find love in ‘acceptance!’
Of what, may I ask? What ‘I see’ with ‘no doubts?’
If I fear love’s not perfect, can love be constrained
By a thought that persists, its denial insistence
I know what is right? Love is real if it shouts?
 
Or, is love beyond grading, and just who we are
As God’s children, His family! Grace is sufficient!
We grow toward His light independent of soil!
Do we choose ground where planted, stoke light from a star,
Make our parents, whose love is our birthright, omniscient?
All guidance must fail us that feelings embroil!
 
 
Long Tooth
October 14th in 2019

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