Thursday, September 12, 2013

PLETHORA OF TASKS



5/09/2013
       
PLETHORA OF TASKS

The many women that I knew and left,
The plethora of tasks left incomplete,
The flood of duties that would drown me,
Together with all moral obligations,
And edicts, censures, and parental sermons
That have survived this ninety year old maelstrom,
Should I recant?

I should have cherished every woman in my sight,
And turned my back on tasks be they complete or not.
I should have swum across this gulf of duties,
And loved my parents though dethroned, made human.
Fear of authority and lack of trust in self –
Am I at ease with people in command?
Do I believe myself?