Uncle Bob's Words

Words, poetry, stuff like that

When I was younger

When I was younger, the race to be me

Generated a bow wave of those things

I needed to do, to learn, to understand.

Lately, that wave has become

A gentler indicator of still forward movement

To smaller goals, lighter learning,

And slow contemplation of understanding.

I no longer have to beat at the doors of art.

I have passed the need for a relationship.

I am more comfortable with my failures.

I may look like hell warmed over.

But I have no need to care.

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