Sour grapes
Mind, do remember
the times that
totally focussed,
sharp as a knife
you dissected reality,
exactingly
the times that
absorbent as a sponge
you imbued knowledge
insatiably
do remember,
stretching the limits
of creative
comprehension
to the breaking point,
exuberantly.
Sedate wisdom
becomes sufficient
to the old,
with large doses
of dream time.
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This is off on a tangent from a poem of the greek poet Cavafy,
called "remember body",