Wednesday, December 14, 2016

Decline

"Fog chills heaven to gray,
Nights come earlier.
Everyone knows decline,
But few discern its border."

As events unfold around me (and within me) I ask myself how much worse things can get. I forget that the most important thing is to never mind that--to just keep contributing to the better part, and not to berate myself for only small steps taken in the right direction. 

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