June 14, 2017Poem
Blame me
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Blame me
If you will
It is an inevitability
When viewed in isolation
Everything stands alone
Braced on solid foundation
Lest it fall
It is a progress
No one can prevent
It is not a gift
Consigned to reward
The well behaved
Or a sentence
Without parole for the
Cruel at heart
It will come upon you
Over time
Or spring from nowhere
A limitation finely felt
A sorrowed realisation
Stripped of beauty
As a life love dies
Is it something
To be afraid of
When burdens are carried
By so many
Contributions
Consistently made
Wisdom earned
Patience learned
It is wasted when
Left to go unheeded
A cloak of invisibility
Is not needed
For the aged
Are never really seen
Take the time
Get to know my story
It could surprise you.