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the cost of stupid

ever so gradually
old age comes
"a creeping"
the years accrue
as snow drifts
little pains and aches
come unbidden.
the heart breaks
for want of relief
from the agony
of time's
relentless march.
we find ourselves
slowing down
as we face
each new day.
treasured memories
are packed away
in folds of silk.
we become smarter
no longer rushing
head-long into battles
because it hurts
too much to be
stupid anymore.
we seek solace
in our music
of yesterday.
I'll remember
you, Bob Dylan,
until my life is through
you taught me
many lessons about
the cost of being stupid
as it becomes
the wisdom of age!

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with ageing I have learned to pick my battles. be honest, please. thanx, Cat
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reconciling the "years recede like melting snow",
and "slowly little pains and aches coming unbidden".
I would think that it should be more like:

the years accrue as snow drifts
little pains and aches...

Other than that, I really understand that the years slowly
creep up on you, and one day you look in the mirror of remembrance
and find that you are not as much as you once were, but more and less!
~ Geez.

It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

I think it reads better with your changes. and yes, we are better and worse. me, myself am glad for what I've gained ;)

*hugs, Cat

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Perhaps the days of youth recede like melting snow? Anyway you pretty much nailed what getting old is like. Good to see you're still hanging around

it is great to hear from you, I am glad to see you hanging in there too. it doesn't seem like there many of us left. you yourself, added a world of thought and beauty to Neo. see the edits* that is what it was to begin with, lol. take good care of yourself!

*hugs, Cat

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