The Poets

We look back on those disappointing dissipated days

Pale pursuits pockmarked with malaise

Full of fictional figments

Frail and feeble failures lacking commitments

We learn as we go along

The abundance of youth and time spent wrong

We learn—and grow—and slowly become wise

We stop telling ourselves our lies

As our time wanes, we distill life down to joy

Those barriers to happiness are destroyed

As we learn to treasure moments

We stop just existing and become poets

JArtB

28 February 2021