Instinct Poem by Frances Macaulay Forde

There's no place for love at this time in my life.
I envy those who achieve the balance of need.

Opportunities ignored in the interest of
safe-ness, flying toward my ability's

determined focus.Children gone in their own
living-dreams direction, their lessons learnt

and heeded.My job's complete.Is this my way
of avoiding the 'empty nest' syndrome?Gath'ring

materials for comfort as I settle to old age?



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