The Fog of Life


The Fog of Life thickens as I age.

Answers, reasons, connections, increasingly out of sight,

But If I sat down, stopped my thoughts, concentrated,

I assuredly would uncover something of value.

The effort required is the last remaining mystery of life,

A puzzle of the mind

That defies solving

Because it doesn’t get done

Even though the right move

Is as easy as warm breath fogging a window on a cold winter’s day

From a fool who believes there will be time later for solutions.

And this is the greatest tragedy of aging.

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