Would you,
if given the choice,
make of yourself something other
than you are? Would you, if granted
a birth engineered by your own shrill
predilections preside over the vagaries
of the one true mess that makes of us
whole and not truly mended, as if
omniscience, that ever clouded eye,
could intervene in the cloistering loss
that makes age or toothlessness
benevolent if not resigned?
Would you make of yourself something
symmetrically flawed, perfectly frail —
gorgeous! if not ill-conceived?
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Sweet and Bitter Greens 
Hi Devon, shame we can’t show like on poems we appreciate -always liked your stuff
Hello Tony, and thank you. The “like” feature is still available through Reader. I am still tweaking the design of my site. I’ve been at it for two years and only now going through the various controls and settings.
D