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