How much autonomous can a person be?
I am a woman of thirty.
I am enamoured by a man of fiftyfive.
He is older than my mom
and just a little younger to my dad.
I have seen ample men
just a little younger
or just a little older than me.
But I enamoured by this man of fiftyfive
bespectacled, a bit shy,
a bit nervous, dithering,
not sure how much to assert.
I shall never be able to tell anybody
that I love this man.
I know I can bring out the best in him.
I can bear him a child
who will be the best in honesty
and assertion and confidence,
I am sure.
Life is so formatted.
He must pull on with his life
which has made him so unsure
of himself and the world.
I must pull on with a life so shallow
and repititive and conformist.
Society does not want experiments.
How can a better world emerge?