The World of Me

Poetry? What the heck is that? Why would I waste my time. My younger self. No idea yet…. Nine thousand poems later, I laugh at this. Barely remembering In the seventies I had to leave a seminar early and take a three hour nap Because it was conducted by two women. One was the President the other was the vice president of the company It did not compute. I did not know in the seventies women could be anything. I am wiser now, the president of me. I used to say never. I have crossed most of those lines now I used to think I knew I never did There are so many me’s living in here, we do not even speak to each other. Sometimes slapping each other’s hands as we pass in our dreams.