The Thin Resentment

There was his strength that now is gone.
There is his memory of strength that cruelly consumes
and there is our failure to find any solace.

There is my feeble suspicion that somehow
he allowed this to happen
and my thin resentment that this will be my inheritance.

Luvgood Carp, Editor-in-Chief
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  1. gwengrant's avatar gwengrant says:
    August 31, 2023 at 4:10 pm

    This is so sad!
    Gwen.

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  2. Geoff Stamper's avatar Geoff Stamper says:
    September 23, 2023 at 10:12 am

    What I see in your poem is the time when my Dad was slowly losing his mind before he died.

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  3. luvgoodcarp's avatar luvgoodcarp says:
    September 26, 2023 at 6:13 am

    Sadly, a fair interpretation. I love how you find the humor in getting older. It’s better to laugh than cry, but when mental impairment starts to happen . . . Well, that is one of the awful aspects of aging.

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