Monday, January 20, 2014

years roll ever on


years roll ever on --
what happens when you measure 
another birthday
with a number instead of
never-ending wonderment?

Or as my favorite poet says, "Are my boots old? Is my coat torn? Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me keep my mind on what matters, which is my work, which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished." -- Mary Oliver

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