Who

Grandmother said it,
Defined the Adolescent Void:
Another Lost Boy,
Singularly unalloyed—

Be yourself.

Cursed to have
Such an expectation
Without wit or means
To make full recompensation—

Be yourself.

I have nothing for that blank;
Insert what you want:
A cipher, an emoticon,
Ecce homo, in an illuminated font.

Be yourself?

I cannot answer:
Having wandered all the land,
Now just this three score,
Still failing at your silly command—

Be yourself!

Flailing in the dark, down such roads tortured and rough,
Suffer me the grace to find the place to just be enough,

Whatever.

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About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on September 7, 2014, in Poem. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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