Age Inappropriate Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

Age Inappropriate

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I wish I had 
more heinous sins to hide
for all the grief I suffer 
and for what?
Reflecting back 
past follies pierce my pride.
Aflame in shame,  
my heart hides in my gut. 
Who in their twenties 
isn't foolish, lewd,
at thirty striving,  
forty-five irate,
by fifty overwhelmed,  
at sixty rude,  
by decade seven bitter,  
scared by eight?
We act polite, mature,  
refined and fair,
but under pressure 
we go just so far
until we snap,  
each soul stripped bare. 
At every moment 
we are who we are.
We're liable forever,  
but to live
we have to stop,  
reflect,  
ourselves forgive.

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