88.

Will we ever settle
to a  comfortable lull
to confidence in ourselves
and an easy, rolling love

One not marred by our failure
and preoccupation with success

Could I, just for one day, be
guiltless, free, not thinking
of what I want to achieve

And might we raise children
unscarred by their parents’ mistakes?

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One response to “88.

  1. This one stings a little. In a very good way.

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