Foreboding
He squawks in a high pitch, like an old woman in hysterics
if something does not suit him, if an object is placed
where he did not intend to ever find it,
or if he is not consulted before every minuscule movement
of anything in his surroundings. He will even throw or overturn it,
in instant imitation of why he did not want it here, or there;
thus himself causing to occur what he supposedly dreaded.
Every decision, whether worth a spoken word or not,
diminishes him, if he was not consulted beforehand.
The smaller he feels himself, the more vituperative he becomes,
until one can scarcely stand to remain any longer
in the same room with him.
Men become even more of what they were in youth, with age.
And every young woman is the warning of an old one,
And every youthful man, a foreboding of futures to come.
sure we all become strong with age. a nice write.
Welcome back to your formidable writing dear Patti - - this is a sample of what strength of prose is all about - - fantastic.
lasdt two lines are powerful patti
YES! Yes - that is why I chose a partner who insists on cooking and taking care and laughs after exploding and keeps me forever young - remember the sweet innocent YOU have been and your trust in the supernatural and become even sweeter, then YOU will have become your own sweet fulfillment and never mind him - you were a most wonderful young woman, therefore you are even more magical today and your wonderful poetry entices every receptive mind!
Quite a bleak picture of things to come Patti..but unfortunately true..well written as usual. Welcome back
Ah, if their mother's would only raise them better...words that could be set to music...Why must women pay for their inadequacies, the burning question... We get a bad tooth, we pull it, we get a bad man, all good sense goes out the window...This is a beautiful poem with lessons to be taught and learned...Toughen up ladies... Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing