I’m predisposed to Italian food,
even when it’s bad
I’d rather live in a period house,
old windows poorly clad
I tend to favor contact sports,
over all the other kind
My mind was trained to like these things,
though better I would find
It wasn’t out of malice,
or a sense that I was best
I drank the open chalice,
never beating on my chest
With time my views have broadened,
and my edges softened too
My life a jambalaya,
—and the truth a changing stew
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: June 21st, 2017 08:52
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
Interesting, isn't it, how time has a way of changing how we view the world! Good write, Kurt.
..... and if we\'re lucky—keep changing. I think Judy Collins sang about this years ago.
🙂
A beautiful way to describe the changes we go through as we get older. Nice poem!
Thanks, so much!
Kurt
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