From youthful days to middle years
The passing time brings valleys deeper still
The victories of youth were naught
When tested by the contingencies of open waters.
Humiliated by the time lost
Clarity of mind and joy of heart
Begin to grow as seeds from darkened thoughts
When once in vanity they were presumed.
At peace in my abasement unexpected
Preferred to hellish strength and good pretended.
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