Mary Nagy Poems

My age is getting up there.
Middle age is knocking on my door.
They say I shouldn't worry...
I'm only thirty four.
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I never knew a little boy
could be as sweet as you.
I always wondered how a son
could be anything but ''Blue''.
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I use to sit there
in the very back of your closet.
I knew nobody would look for me.
I'd just sit there
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I watch them from the corner of my eye.
(because I don't want them to think I'm weird)
I wonder how I could get what they have.
I wonder what happened
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Chelsey is my oldest
a needle makes her weak.
She begged to get her ears pierced
since she had learned to speak.
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Listen to her laughter
as she tells another one of her
hilarious anecdotes on life
(where she normally makes herself
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She use to pack her own lunch.
She called hot lunch a waste.
She didn't like the cooks at school.
She had such picky taste.
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I get the silent phone calls.
I know she's on the line.
Why don't you be a man for once
and choose her home or mine?
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I like my chocolate hot
when my pizza's cold.

I like my sheets new
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Back again.
Nothing seems different here
yet so much is changing.
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