The Basis
And so I lived from hand to mouth
watching, and wondering
if I'd see you again
while you ~ climbed higher and higher!
Your tredmarks ~ seeming the same
relationships, younger all the time
and strategy, becoming harder
and more obscure!
While I began to condense
and grow
and realize ~ my life
must go ahead!
I must not fawn protectiveness
not even for my own
and enemies ~ the more
were on their own incline!
And then it could occur
my worth ~ my rhyme
and even my demur
at last it was my time!
A citizen, senior in confer
a status, not obscure
and all those benefits
the aged must incur!
A basis ~ for new life
the stir ~ less gratifying strife
and separations lure ~ now empty
pools of rife!
Except in dreams ~ and tears
I see the promised cure,
it seemed that then so easy
the road should follow ~ sure!
Our hopes consideration
most certainly should be pure
and jags and jolts, abrasions
lessons ~ still . . . . insecure!
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