Stand on top
of the heap of your years
like a mountain climber
on a summit.
Squint
and you will see patterns
in the scurrying.
This is wisdom,
feed it grace,
make time
to listen
to your crinkled thoughts.
Keep hoisting yourself up
or age will bury you,
a suffocating
futile
lament
for what was.
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