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Experience Learned Late
Last trace of youth was pale and stale, now spent;
it ended in a futile blaze of rage
which proved the leading actor was not sage
(he nonetheless refuses to repent).
Emotions ran above the proof percent
at which they burn, with matches strewn onstage,
a conflagration started in his cage;
most comical, with tragical intent.
Self-irony aside, the time knew strife
the culmination of a squandered life.
That indignation, ire, without locus
must be swapped with age for anger’s focus
without suppressing leanings of the heart
as love and outrage sharpen wisdom’s dart.
it ended in a futile blaze of rage
which proved the leading actor was not sage
(he nonetheless refuses to repent).
Emotions ran above the proof percent
at which they burn, with matches strewn onstage,
a conflagration started in his cage;
most comical, with tragical intent.
Self-irony aside, the time knew strife
the culmination of a squandered life.
That indignation, ire, without locus
must be swapped with age for anger’s focus
without suppressing leanings of the heart
as love and outrage sharpen wisdom’s dart.
Published 29th Sep 2021
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