An Old Man Gives Birth, a poem by Nolo Segundo


by Nolo Segundo

They come of their own accord—

They cannot be forced,

And will not yield to demands,

Entreaties, not even begging.

Why I ask, after waking up

After a 35 year long nap

Did the poems again begin

Dancing merrily in my old,

Old head? I might as well

Ask why I am alive, or why

God likes to hide his face.

Old man that I am,

I am happy when I

Give birth to them,

Each near perfect

In my eyes, lovely

To behold, a joy

I want to share with

A very busy and very,

Very confused world.

Forgive me, please,

My parental pride.


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