A Letter From Age to Youth
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Young man, whom no longer Is.
Revel in, & harvest the mundane.
Drink deep the river – here and now.
Speak of bold things, look not to the curtained
corners of the average gathering.
Be with Her. Console that whom needs consoling.
Bathe in the day’s demands. Be deeply educated
in the temporary.
Enjoyment is your tool, your birthright, by which
you hone & hew.
Make music – be forever making.
Bring a half-cobbled craft to the grave with you,
To say to Death: “This man was still young.”