Eighty Years Undone Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Eighty Years Undone



I was not alive in 1910
yet things were pretty good

No sleepless nights or stomach aches
always understood

In the quiet calm a promise lay
a portent yet to come

And born I was despite myself
—now eighty years undone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January,1991)

Friday, June 29, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: birth
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