each year that goes by, I look
back and think,
good lord I was a knucklehead
last year,
and the year before that.
I can imagine being ninety
and looking back at eighty nine
and thinking, jesus mary and
joseph, what a fool I was
back then.
how silly and immature
I was, the things I did,
the stupid things I said.
it's embarrassing how i behaved.
each year a new lesson.
a whipping of sorts, a humbling
journey, for sure.
and so what was last year's lesson?
don't make one person
your whole cake. that's it.
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