A Personal Storm

A Personal Storm
Quizmo LaGrande

The child in me fears the blizzard of old age.
Of course, to youth, old is my age.
And yet, to age, I am youth.

I see my storm blistering on the horizon.
My mentor of good intention is
Hanging ignorant in the calm before the storm.

I’m having trouble accepting duty,
Not doing well as matriarch
Responsible for me and mine

Who should be aware
Life is not what a non-perfect parent
Tries to lay out for the non-perfect child.

Life is a gold mine of ill-repute,
More so now than ever.
Yet, life is an opportunity

To correct, through rain and snow,
The most inconsiderate,
The most unwelcome storm.

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