ANGST

Angst

Angst

A poem written today which you may find strikes a cord.

ANGST.
I think I’ve got too old for Angst
it’s a youthful mans condition,
too much angst can put you in
a compromised position.

It’s OK to be angry,
and I can be that at times,
but angst will tend to tempt you to
cross double white lines.

Some people say in old age
I’m far too meek and mild,
that I should use expletives more
and find my inner child.

I realised they had a point
my angst had been forgotten,
so I’ve become a face book friend
today, of Johnny Rotten.

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