The Late Bloomer Baby Boomer - 8 Poem by Richard Wlodarski

The Late Bloomer Baby Boomer - 8

Sweet sixteen birthdays are celebrated by womanly, youthful friends
I choose to retire in the solitude of four bare walls in my room
Listening to the silence within I fight off tears of sorrow
My female school friends staving off tears of youthful joy
Searching within I find lost and forgotten memories
They do not parallel those of my joyous companions
My pillow fighting for attention as I contemplate desperation
Pillow fights abound at the celebrations of womanhood
I resolve that Wolfe has tamed Lamb...
Celebration of my manhood


Days turn into weeks...
And weeks into months...
And months into years...

Richard Wlodarski (c) 2026