Lightly Linger......
I rage at the bulk
of age in my face -
it's force knocks me silly
and sucks up my space...
I know that it happens-
I know that it is -
but to see it in mass
sure blackens my bliss...
The crowd - oh so frozen -
so heartless and cool -
steals all my laughter -
it's checklist so cruel...
I'd rather the linger -
the long lounging time -
in layers so tiny
and gentle in rhyme...
I'd rather the richness -
the one on one smile -
the close up encounter -
that lingers - a while....
Joy Weare,
31st August,
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