Not at 24, a poem by Michael Ball at

Not at 24

Not at 24

written by: Michael Ball



My head was smothered by my heart.
Her emotions were off duty.
What surely might be tragedy
became reportage on the obvious.

She alleged to love me…begrudgingly.
I trod a clear path I could see for us.
I would discuss the lab results.
She would walk to the clinic for closure.

Breeding does not take advanced human skills.
Granddad and Mother’s age was 24
when their children were born. Such symmetry.
We who count steps between telephone poles
revel in elegance of arrangement.

Yet I was not meant for the 24.
This was an ending, but not yet the end.

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