On Time and Wisdom

I’m older now,

exactly eight seconds older

than before I began this poem.

And in the time it took

to begin and reach here,

I’m now both older and wiser.

Older because


frankly, that’s how time works.

And wiser because

I now know that not everything I do—or think—

is interesting enough to write a poem about.

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