I'll struggle yet awhile ere I release My will to unsought wisdom, and know peace.

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The dark serves as reminder of the light,
Allows its penetration in my breast;
The frozen sky can launch my heart in flight,
A quickened pulse, a sympathetic zest.

My self in youth, too mortified to live,
Reminds me to be grateful for my age;
Experience that's passed through memory's seive
Lends counsel toward the conduct of the sage.

The falling snow, hermetic silent fort--
Ambitions, long forsaken, now are drained
Of pressing urgency and self-import;
Their residue is what can be sustained.

I'll struggle yet awhile ere I release
My will to unsought wisdom, and know peace.

-- JJM

Authors Bio:

Josh Mitteldorf, de-platformed senior editor at OpEdNews, blogs on aging at http://JoshMitteldorf.ScienceBlog.com. Read how to stay young at http://AgingAdvice.org.

Educated to be an astrophysicist, he has branched out from there to mathematical modeling in a variety of areas, including evolutionary ecology and economics. He has taught mathematics, statistics, and physics at several universities. He is an avid amateur pianist, and father of two adopted Chinese girls, now grown. He travels to Beijing each year to work with a lab studying the biology of aging. His book on the subject is "Cracking the Aging Code", http://tinyurl.com/y7yovp87.