I am no longer truly young.
I can only remember a louder
confidence,
The child of ignorance and arrogance,
That assured my doings could be done
What have I forgotten in learning my
lessons–
and what's not yet forgotten, but some
day will be?
How will accident and failing further
humble me?
I imagine that once I'm forty or fifty,
Nothing at all will ever seem easy.
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