Never the Master
21st November 2022

Not too old to feel the pain,
of errant emotions I can’t explain,
the world a maelstrom of feelings and thought,
a prison cage of reparations bought,
patches on patches of try to make do,
of don’t judge me harshly, of I deserve to live too,
of stumbling and bumbling and making a way,
of trying to cope, day after day,
never the master, always the fool,
time’s slow march,

…it has proven cruel.

Prompt: Not too old.

Swayambhunaath Stupa,
Kathmandu, Nepal

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