A poem about should, a word that both protects and antagonises us.

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Should, should, should!
Should keeps me safe,
But that relentless voice,
It tortures and torments,
Should, should, should!
Never good enough,
Middle-aged with expectations not met,
And future expectations yet to fail,
Is Kipling’s “If-” the cruelest verse?
Stanza upon stanza of relentless requirements!
A life of Should to achieve an If without a But,
Perhaps the last line of If should be,
If you can master Should, then, you’ll be a Man, my son?

James is a pseudonym for a local writer who, after a long hiatus, is exploring poetry again.

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