Bartered Youth
Hosting my own cocktail party,
I feel as when a child
Looking up, again I’m lost,
among adults wearing smiles
I pour the drinks and carry trays,
and laugh at the right times
But still feel small and unattached
—my bartered youth in mime
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2018
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