Request

A request on FB
From a young woman
In High School makes me
Worry my poems are too much
From the perspective of an
Old over-privileged over
Indulged white man
From America’s
South to be
Relevant
To one
So
Young
So I decline
Her request from
Fear of offending the
Tender perspective of a
New player on the field who
Deserves a bit of consideration
For her feelings as yet still
Fresh unscarred by life
Whereas I do cherish
The line “He jests
At scars that
Never felt a
Wound.”
Or,
Perhaps
I have forgotten
For the young FB like
Love is a battlefield no regrets
No illusions no second
Chances all at
Passion’s
Pace,
Where
You can
Wear that
Outfit and only
Cute boys look but
Never dream of
Making any
Request.