ALBATROSS

Like an albatross,

Past clings like dross.

Round my bent neck

it hangs in check

by my golden gross.

Standards from long ago;

culture difficult to forgo -

I strive to survive

just the daily jive

of struggles to a fro.

I pull out the rusty nail

of old doctrines which impale

the coffin of my life.

Objections are rife

but my soul isn’t for sale.

Su Myburgh