agingA Poem by rt farrisi don't believe we're ever fully prepared
being digested
into quicksand completely aware that your younger self will be lost forever is the way it feels your insides seem to have sprung a leak letting irreplaceable life juices flow through invisible cracks spilling out into the universe and you're left feeling less as you feel it go and then you begin to notice and to comprehend the change in seasons through some new and insightful anxiety you now witness chicago's autumn leaves disappearing into the barrenness of its winter landscape and through a descending shadow of awareness you realize that your disinterest in the world comes well before midnight when you normally slip into bed your days no longer offer significant hours of alive living nor even reasonable hours of restful sleep so you're mired in the hopelessness of no do-overs as you now admit to yourself that time has gone way too fast and understanding has arrived way too late © 2011 rt farrisReviews
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