Why at 80 am I still so afflicted with the constant compulsion
to be loved?
Though it’s infrequent now compared to it being incessant
in my youth.
And why oh why did God implant that chronic condition
in me
that tormented me so frequently in my unvintaged, youthful years?
Now that I’m older, I pay it no mind, at least most of the time.
And I wonder what will happen to that compulsion when I am dead.
Bob Boyd