The Late Bloomer Baby Boomer - 8 Poem by Richard Wlodarski
The Late Bloomer Baby Boomer - 8
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
Rites of passage are moments of such great learing. You've captured someting amazing here, Richard. You also remind me to be wary of someone who can't learn from such key events.
You've summed it up so well, M.J.! Beware of some world leaders who quite obviously hadn't learned from those key events. And beware of their followers who are too blind to see that they are false prophets!
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8/29/2026 10:53:54 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Thank you, Kevin for the 5 Stars!