Growing older, is it
as often about regret
as it seems?
Nostalgia like an ache,
missing our days and
our dreams because
we cannot remember
how to live
the way children do?
Trust me,
it’s harder
and easier than
you know, spending
your days missing
other days, when
all along your roots
are cracking
granite, seeking
sustenance, sinking
deep into your loamy soil,
until you are
bound
to your own time. And
maybe that is the definition
of wisdom.
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
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