Time

light has left my eyes,
what was once
a clear blue
has begun to fade to gray;
a firmer gray
litters the beard,
while silver threads
have twisted their way
through my hair,
Time has shown its signs;

there are more dull aches,
more insistent pains,
a constant inventory
of internal nicks
reminding of Time's steady march;

I've never felt better,
never been clearer of mind,
or more vibrant
in my thoughts,
wisdom being the benefit
of having experienced
the passage of Time
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Growth

I am a shadow
of who I once was,
which is a gift
that takes time to accept;
I don't move as I did,
but with the wisdom of experience
I'm more decisive when I do;
I no longer burn
in a constant, uncontrolled anger
but choose my spots
to emphasize my points;
I have no expectations of the world,
I understand I am unique,
but not special;
this shadow I have become
possesses more depth
than who I was;
though on some days
the past may seem
a more comfortable place,
I'm here now
living this moment
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