Invisible

I was here before
and had no soul who cared
to fetch me out and go
do: in coffee shop or pub -
I sat alone with my brains
dogged and wan, a lonely
road it was, and long.

Now I watch the others, young,
come far behind me
with all the rocks ahead -
I don't wish to do it
all again - there is no gain
with time, and knowledge

brings sadness, and time
death with it as hope
and people go beyond love.
What do we hope to prove
here, in this place, that seems
to have no point, no
grace

and yet we have to serve our days
as if it were a prison
and we had no choice.  I'll
tell him when I see him:
how awful it was, to be
here a woman
a woman with no voice.

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