Monday, May 20, 2013


I'm morphing into all my mistakes

the bill is due

and I settle my old business

for what is coming if not shiny then at least new

all I've loved in all I've done

rankles under the aging skin

battered by the same pleasures pains and lessons

that the incoming souls will find themselves in

I'm eased by the continuity

knowing now nothing is solved once and for all

each generation rises to the bait of perfection

and each misses the mark and mourns its own fall

but so it is ever in the earth and each of us finds

the measure of our woe and our joy in our own good time

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