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 measure...giving 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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