12.9.15 Life past Forty

I made it this far
yet you still yell at me.
Beat me to submission
and leave me quiet
in the corner.
Something I remember
fondly from my childhood.
You’ve cast your glare at
me no matter what
age you seem me as.
You’ve let me shrink
Instead of help me grow.

I made it this far
I can’t imagine I’ll make it past 40

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