Best Opting Poems

So at 47 I have arrived.
A position most disconcerting,
Troubling? Nay,
Downright disturbing!
A blatant assault.!
An ego in default.
Should have steered left, 
Perhaps joined a cult.

Having settled back into the lap,
Of my original birth sack,
I am anything but patient.
I now care for
My matriarch. Ancient!
As she skids down that...

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Grew up in an anti drama queen fam.
Any whininess had to be spewed on the lam.

Tho we were all girls we were taught to buck up, son;
seems that dad really had counted on me bein' born one.

If I had, I'd have been donned WFH the...

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We don’t tend
   to remember
     that our
       words carry weight,
          opting to forget
           ...

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