Enough to make your flesh thick
Jowels sag
A kind of weight that is
Both corporeal and literary
Responsibilities of every matter
In every manner
A kind of gravity that drags
Sucks the feet into the dirt
The arms fleshy
The breasts sagging
Enough to heap upon heap
Of expertise
Of externalities
Of to dos and timelines and expectations
Enough to know lightness of being
Carefree, the world your oyster
Exploration easy, commitments few
Responsibilities only those you want to take up
And not those saddled upon you
Enough to know that money comes and goes
Friends are your family
Lovers many
The future uncertain
But certainly good
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