The day is long
The years are short
My mind whips freely
Probing for regrets
And things I failed to pursue
Like pearls and pewter
My emotions are mixed
Yet I remain within a range
I can know and understand
Never venturing out
To reason the storms
Which, through time,
Have only buried
My treasures deeper
And I have grown
Accustomed to the winds.

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