Curmudgeonly Precosity

He’s old at 46, with some excuse.
But though traumatic damage justifies
a frame of mind, a way of hanging loose,
we wish it didn’t also mean demise
of vigor and determination’s juice,
emerging petulance, impulsive cries.
It bodes that a curmudgeon’s taking form,
whose passion pales, diluted to lukewarm.

(Ottava Rima)

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