To Pretend

Becoming irrelevant

  at last to yourself

 

The choices have narrowed

   the joy seldom felt

 

The present redundant

  what’s left in the end

 

The fodder of memory

  —and you to pretend

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2015)

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