Happiness is fine,
from twelve to twenty-nine.
But thinning haired and thirty,
you crave the sure and sturdy.
You seek a house and wife
and benefits—a life,
built to your father’s design,
that’s safe to age and die in.

This appeared in the April 2014 issue.

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