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Dogs 2016

ERODED ALTITUDES
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after
a certain
point

we all
very aware
of our declining
years

downhill
becomes a familiar
and accepted
term

some
are sad

some
relieved

the pressure
is off
after all

the only
goals left
are to watch
loved ones
succeed

to maintain
what fading functions
still remain

perhaps
to hope
for a simple

dignified
death

in retrospect
we wonder

where our
lives
truly peaked

were
there any
checkered flags

fireworks

awards

to mark
the event?

we try
to reconstruct
the moment
by tracing back
through the downward
turn

where
did we begin
our descent?

many of us
realize
that are lives
have always
been lived upon
an undulating
plain

our existence
has been
anthills

footprints

we can
easily see
on the other side
of our once
perceived
mountains

back
to our
childhoods

where
did those
youthful dreams
go?

did we even
know enough
then
to have realistic
expectations?

we maintain
our sanity
by turning
our backs
to the past

experiencing
each sunrise
as a new birth

a new
revelation

each inhalation
a peak

each exhalation
an opportunity
to reascend

we finally
live our lives
as we should
have been living
all along

perhaps
this
is the only
wisdom
that we ever
attain

perhaps
knowing that
is enough

our only
goal

never
to be believed
by the young