Fails and Fluctuations

Misplacing several surnames recently,
and losing till a prompt “formaldehyde,”
I won’t ignore the signs entirely.
My thoughts have lost some cutting edge. Inside
is not as hale as it’s assumed to be
when I’m away from mirrors, and abide
with expectations set five decades back.
I’ll face the wind – I’m on an other tack.

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