of the page,
calendar, book, or
day.
no wiser, although at
times
i believe it so, but still
the same
mistakes are made along
the way,
though less dwelled
upon than before.
moving on seems much
easier than it
did at a youthful age.
like milk spilled
and swabbed up, or
crumbs on the table,
how quickly now i'm able
with the brush
of an elder's hand
sweep them away.
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