As I age I find my concerns heightened.
I find opinions from my lips slip.
To the dismay of others,
That leaves them frightened.
But aging affords me a caring less,
About political correctness.
And how that should be addressed.
Biting my lips?
Forget it.
And I guess this has a lot to do,
With experiencing life!
And what that proves.
I have paid my dues!
And have recovered with renewed attitude.
And it just so happens,
I have aged too!
With the benefit to say what I damn well please!
I've earned it.
Trust me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem