The Poets

· poetry

We look back on those disappointing dissipated days Pale pursuits pockmarked with malaise Full of fictional figments Frail and feeble failures lacking commitments

We learn as we go along The abundance of youth and time spent wrong We learn—and grow—and slowly become wise We stop telling ourselves our lies

As our time wanes, we distill life down to joy Those barriers to happiness are destroyed As we learn to treasure moments We stop just existing and become poets

JArtB

28 February 2021

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