Where would it take me
All this duplicity
Unable, or so it seems
To see into my own self
When I was a young boy
The trials and tricks of time
Were of a day to day nature
No longer projections needed
When I was a young man
The hopes and expectations
Offered themselves up
In a startling array
Where would it take me
All this opportunity
More than able, so it seems
To continue to discover me
When I was approaching
Middle age
The doubts and delusions
Called by more often
I followed the mid-life crisis
Which to this day
Still resonates at an altogether
Higher frequency
When I reached retirement
All I had was writing
Quite a turnaround
For the grammar school failure
Where will it take me
All this perspicacity
Once more occasionally unstable
I wobble on the balance of life
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