How old will you be
when your best lover at last you see?
A tender nineteen?
A luminous sixty-three?
Maybe your thirties?
Feeling entitled and free?
Perhaps your fifties?
Ever so wise and witty?
How about your forties?
Drowning in a sea of lonely?
Perhaps your twenties?
Responding hormonally?
How will you react?
Will you be grateful and carefree?
Or might you try to mold them
into your personal mythology?
Will you impose your notions
of how they should think and be?
Will you declare your narrative
and expect them to agree?
Will you just let BE
whatever grows organically?
Or will you emulate everyone
forever flailing selfishly?
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