Elena Plotkin Poems
I grew up with a bunch of others,
Just me with my sisters and brothers.
When I was younger, I was green and tough,
But as I grew older, I discovered life could be rough.
I changed and grew softer, some called me yellow.
But I was no coward, just a very cautious fellow.
Because where I come from you never know the day,
That your whole family gets eaten or just carted away.
On my way to Kalmazoo,
I met a man just shy of twenty-two.
He looked through me and called me ma'am.
When I pushed I had no idea he never swam.
How was I to know he had never learned?
Of course when he drowned I was concerned.
But an old decript ma'am like me has no vigor or vim,
At forty-five and counting, I was too old to save him.