Dying To Be Free Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

We have nothing to agree about,
there is no common ground

You clinging hard to all excuse
and me to reasons found

Thirty-five years and nothing's changed,
as you relive the past

Our blood runs thin, our names the same,
you feast on what I fast

With history gone, there's nothing shared
except to disagree

You hanging on to a dying past,
me, dying to be free

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2018)