Divulgence Indulged

Loquacious as a child and a teen,
and even in her 20’s, more than less,
she spoke her mind, aloud, and didn’t mean
offense, but also wouldn’t self-suppress.

She learned some modulation as she aged,
externally at least, and grew to know
how bootless is a war of words that’s waged
without celebrity, without a show.

By 60, she disdained futility –
she listened more – if anyone could learn,
she thought it might be self, and silently
she tried to comprehend more, and discern.

A decade later, with her years indulged,
she thinks her odd ideas might be divulged.

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