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Older

a man
still a bit young
but yet so old
clings desperately to his routine
regiments his time
so strictly
down to the second it seems
his circle of friends
once so diverse
from every corner of
the socioeconomic arena
what would happen
if you couldn't control
every second?
if everyone around you
wasn't just like you?
didn't have as much
money as you?
didn't all believe
the same thing as you?
would life be
too scary then
i remember that life
we wandered
the streets of new york
traipsing from a rocky event
to the diner
asking passersby
where a friend was
whose build you
couldn't miss
you were there
when the ex-boyfriend
taunted me
til i could take no more
and i laid him flat on his arse
you were one of my family
you knelt next to me
in the subway
and comforted me
now your life
must be predictable
controlled
on YOUR terms
no thanks
i don't need your scraps
i grow older
like you
but even if they
never come
i will let people in
be there if
they want me
the word widow/er
won't mean
pariah
i'll still be
foolishly naive
still be up for
roaming NYC
at 3AM...

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