黄昏·归途

Each time I go outside
the world is different. 
This has happened all my life.




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The clock stopped at 5:30 
for three months.
Now it's always time to quit work,
have a drink, cook dinner.




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"What I would do for wisdom,"
I cried out as a young man.
Evidently not much. Or so it seems.
Even on walks I follow the dog.

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Old friend, 
perhaps we work too hard 
at being remembered.