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
Content (c) 2008-2013 Philip Milito. All rights reserved.
Monday, May 20, 2013
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