I walked to the memorial today
over the sullen, obedient ground
whose nine-year-old's calls for play
and vertical handshakes have slowly waned.
My excuse? Well, I've spent a long time
playing at heroism. Crafted my craft,
become at least half-competent at bridge
and curmudgeonry. Binged on Scrabble.
When I was around seven, some kindly woman
explained that I had to stand up for myself.
Well, I'm an adult now and I can
take it on the chin if I want to, Doctor.
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