(Some wicked, un-Christian thoughts)
The wits who sneered at me
when I was young and awkward,
the close friend who dropped me
suddenly when I grew witchy,
the confident ones who always
knew how to dress, with their
unhidden, patronising smiles …
among the pleasures of old age,
I enjoy forgetting all their names.
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