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Bluelighter
Like many of you I spend far too much time in my own head thinking about everything so find it helpful to try and channel it creatively. The older I get the more I think about what aging really means to me. Thus this short poem.
I spend my nighttime walking
Over flattened western plains
Time spent gently musing
On losses, and of gains
Try to calculate the cost
When you've nothing left to spend
Some pluses here, a minus there
Makes even in the end
Defeats and victories alike
Are written on the page
Contributes to the wisdom
That only comes with age
In this way I work towards
A cold and lonely truth
You cannot think your way back to
The innocence of youth
I spend my nighttime walking
Over flattened western plains
Time spent gently musing
On losses, and of gains
Try to calculate the cost
When you've nothing left to spend
Some pluses here, a minus there
Makes even in the end
Defeats and victories alike
Are written on the page
Contributes to the wisdom
That only comes with age
In this way I work towards
A cold and lonely truth
You cannot think your way back to
The innocence of youth
