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?
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