we ignore the fact
that one day our vigor will diminish
that the shadows will grow longer
and the evening sky will soothe
as the full midday sun revved us up in our primes--
when that time comes for me
and all the regrets and the sweet satisfactions
of the day are one in the gentleness of decline
my best hope will be to die
with a better reserve of grace
than that with which I lived...
Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
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