Because I do not hope to turn again
Because I do not hope
Because I do not hope to turn
Desiring this man’s gift and that man’s scope
I no longer strive to strive towards such things
(Why should the agèd eagle stretch its wings?)
Why should I mourn
The vanished power of the usual reign?
Because I am stubborn
Because I am proud
Because I am separate
Wanting to be loved for good cause
I wrestle daily with better angels
Striving to see, say, and succeed
With aplomb
Even as I sag, slump and slip.
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