the rebel settles down.
bumps in the
road
have slowed him.
health
and age.
that bad knee giving
him a limp.
no more ranting
and raving
about the world.
no more endless diatribes
about what's wrong.
no more marches and
protests.
that's all done.
he's found the big
chair
in the corner now.
if you listen
hard enough,
you can hear him snoring.
three p.m.,
is nap time.
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