The
seasons of life see us all through various ups and downs, highs and lows, while
Hope remains a steadfast companion although we may lose sight of her now and
then and/or she may fall short of certain expectations.
I had
hoped that by the 21st century homophobia would be all but dead in
the water and the heterosexual majority a more enlightened one; sadly, offensive
stereotypes continue to dog gay people just about everywhere; in some countries,
more so than in others but in any
gay-unfriendly environment including those that wear a mask called Political Correctness.
We
can but play our part. Some readers rubbish my gay-interest poems (so why read
them?) but I like to think that being openly gay on-line and in my poetry is
helping just a little to help gay people stuck in a cold, dark closet to feel
better about themselves and summon the inner strength to come out and stand up
to their demons. (Rarely if ever easy, but always worth the effort.)
T-I-M-E, SEASONS IN A LIFE
In
the springtime of my years,
I
longed to run away
from
this life’s trials and fears
confronting
me each day
Come
summer, and I grew tall
like
a tree in acid rain,
and
wept to watch leaves fall
though
not even autumn
Come
autumn, I could but wait
while
nature had its say,
proud,
for my own small part,
I’d
told the world I’m gay
In
this, the winter of my years
I
rise above, won’t run away
from
this life’s trials and fears
confronting
me each day
Copyright
R. N. Taber 2007
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