Margaret Alice Second

Gold Star - 16,370 Points (24 January 1961 / South Africa)

It Doesn'T Matter - Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Telling you how difficult it is to be embalmed
in a tomb before actual physical death changed
into an accusation against me, I accepted, what
else can I do

I shall toil in the tomb, embalmed in immobility
until my heart stops beating, you point me to the
kids but can't you see the gift of childish delight
and wonderment

Have been taken from them, only self-sufficiency
and ice-cold reality are left, all fantasy gone, safe-
guarded against hurt by early disillusionment
in this cynical world

You want me to feel proud of what we did, bring
wonderful new beings into this world then cut
off their wings of imagination to create modern
kids - doing a job

With strong work ethos - oh, all right, it doesn't
matter that my brain refuses to retain acronyms,
the disgust I feel for myself being unworthy will
kill me betimes

Before I grow old and infirm…

Comments about It Doesn'T Matter by Margaret Alice Second

  • Gajanan Mishra (2/3/2013 10:39:00 AM)

    Before I grow old and infirm. good poem. I like it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 3, 2013

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