today is tuesday
friday I turn seventy five
properly grown up?
not really, still a mixed up mess
of questions without answers
dreams without reality
sometimes content and oft bereft
happiness and tears
like hot and cold taps
too much of one sometimes
and yet again not enough
but pain brings words
so write my friend
write while your brain churns
with thoughts and emotions
which would fit better
in an anxt filled teen
tomorrow is another day
and the words may be once more absent
lost in the calmness
of age and acceptance
eryll oellermann
12th september 2023
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