The more we age the more we stay the same.
For just as I bore babies but they bore
their personalities and quick became
themselves, unlike to me, beloved more
apart who held my heart but ever took
another path or sang a different air
or had me read to know their minds a book
I’d never pick, so I’m still drawn to dare
myself to get a laugh from business grief,
to alter consciousness with every chance
or happenstance, on pot or borrowed pills
or exercise’s slow but sure relief.
I aim to make a legal summons dance;
my wit is weird, and gentle vengeance thrills.