Am I Stupid?

 

Perhaps the question answers itself.

But still, when does a boy become a man?

When does a girl become a woman?

Were it only as easy as the butterfly or the moth

Where the seasons take their toll-

('Tis the winter of our discontent)

Or were it only as easy as the salmon gone to spawn.

The river calls its people

(When their cycle runs their round)

Then there's some who can't make the choice-

And are simply kicked out.

And what of those who as families' reason together-

and everything is resolved best.

But such is not the case. Imprisoned by lack of resolve

I am tossed back and forth.

Thereby assuring it will be what I want.

3/14/84