It’s Mostly Not

It’s mostly not an age-related ill.
She’s ancient but her memory’s not shot.
Her hatred’s from no side-effect or pill.
It’s mostly not.

If you remember vigor, you forgot
she tapped it from a fountain of ill-will.
She never laughed. She didn’t hug a lot.

And when we dared show feelings, she would fill
the space with her complaint or judgment’s rot.
You want to state the cause is age’s spill.
It’s mostly not.

(Roundel)

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