Monday, May 20, 2013


all my scenes return to my mind

the teenaged joy giving way

to young adult hope

and adult fullness...all joy and pain

at its fullest way to thoughtfulness

which leads to middle-aged retrospection

and the realization that the time of one's life is limited

and if our habits haven't killed us

we reach the point where we pause to count the cost

and before you know it you're middle-aged leaning toward

the long evening of age where every low afternoon

cannot help but recall high noon before the violet twilight

just after sundown soothes every qualm into place

and every scene returns to seal the content of my day

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