Myself To Keep

Social Distancing not so strange,

I’ve been doing it for years

 

The world a feelings length away,

old lovers left in tears

 

I shared what I shared early,

with my short pants not yet off

 

Trusting in my family first,

I learned—but Oh the cost

 

For fifty years I’ve cloistered,

my psyche left to roam

 

Acquaintances to come and go,

true feelings mine to own

 

As harbormaster of this port,

one ship is anchored deep

 

To sail the inmost seven seas

alone—myself to keep

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2020)

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