Risk Draft #6

Draft #6

If she ever thought about him

and she tried not to,

for it reminded her

of the unravelling of her youth,

she supposed the attraction

had been in his daring,

his         defiance of convention,

his         reliance on chance

an attraction that faded

with the onset of parenthood;

           a bigger world

           than the ego 

           of inexperience,

understanding too late

the only risk taken

had been in choices

of her own making.

This has to be the last draft of this poem - for a while at least. I'll set it aside for a couple of weeks (to rise perhaps) and see what I think about it then. As it stands, I don't like it and I suspect I never will but...