Let Them Talk Their Muck
They pity us.
Mmmm… I pity them.
Think we need their condescending views because they are so in love with themselves?
They pity us because we don’t own the stock. We chose not to carry on the bloodline and somehow it’s all ‘what we’ve not got’!!
They pity us because we’re still in love.
Still together after all these years and happy to spend our free time together as one.
Let them pity us, let them talk their muck.
If they can’t see how much we’re together in love let them scoff at us.
I pity them, for their attention needs. Their trapped, little traditional souls and their me, me, mees!
If they can’t see that this is what we chose why should I care about them?
They live their lives through their kids, they don’t live for themselves.
They never moved off the straight line to get lost in the curves. They can’t stand on their own feet and face up to all the their hurts.
They pity us, I pity them.
Let them live their lives always measuring up to someone else.
Never finding the inner peace to be happy within oneself. Their little labelled needs, their little labelled selves.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2022
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