The twelfth duel continues the series of close results. Both poems got the same number of votes but, in a change, the "established" poet's poem was rated higher. On the right was Maya Angelou's poem "My Younger Days" which gained an average rating of 4.5. On the left, finishing second, was my own poem "Overtaken" which was written for a 30 poems in 30 days competition.
My Younger Days When I was in my younger days, I weighed a few pounds less, I needn't hold my tummy in to wear a belted dress. But now that I am older, I've set my body free; There's the comfort of elastic Where once my waist would be. Inventor of those high-heeled shoes My feet have not forgiven; I have to wear a nine now, But used to wear a seven. And how about those pantyhose- They're sized by weight, you see, So how come when I put them on The crotch is at my knee? I need to wear these glasses As the print's been getting smaller; And it wasn't very long ago I know that I was taller. Though my hair has turned to gray and my skin no longer fits, On the inside, I'm the same old me, It's the outside's changed a bit. Overtaken Work! Deadlines! The mad rush to get the errands done Without much thought The eyes lose focus, the head spins All you want is the merry-go-round To stop. A single brown and white bird Sits on the branch outside the window A few brave buds dotting its length. The bird, a sparrow, bursts into song And a blast of sunlight Speckles its beak and wings. You listen And the argument in the cubicle Next door fades; the insistent Reminder on the computer is a little Less insistent and you notice The daffodils blooming by the walk For the first time Overtaken by spring.
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