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Susan ChristensenDeep Within Old Age
I taught – inadvertently, and purposefully I recycled my parent's dreams. I spawned the next conquerors. I passed on the torch. Seen as sinister to be hidden away Out of sight. Go die clinically alone. Face your pain-free, sterile transition From this earthly plane. You've nothing left To contribute, so... Go Away! Who needs you? Spiritually shivering. Fearing you missed Some meaningless, unrecognized goal. It's all been for naught! There's no dignified acceptance Of the cycle, nor recognition of Your place in the scheme. Oh, deep within, one knows: God is the Old Repairman. I breathed, I joyed, I raged, I trudged. I taught – inadvertently, and purposefully I recycled my parent's dreams. I spawned the next conquerors. I passed on the torch. |
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