A grand time, we thought. A glorious time,
of joy and discovery, of adventure. Youth
we knew, and now we’ve met growing old.
Some say youth is wasted on the young.
But if you are really aware, truly see,
deeply feel, there is no less joy, just as much
discovery, and the adventure is tinged now
with the frisson of its surely ending soon,
in medias res, yes, in mid gallop –
on the field, not in the grandstand –
moving from a conscious dream
to the silence of uncharted realms.
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(c) Gregory V Driscoll 2012