Words from My Youth
The words from my youth
do not accurately capture
the emotions
that I now feel
To reduce these feelings
to mere turns of phrase
or strings of syllables
is to insult them
I now hold words
as merely outliners
sketches, along the edges
of a concept greater than language
Inevitable approximations
Keeping in mind always
That the word is not the concept
The map is not the territory
Some, of course, would say
that I am as yet still young
That may be so
but I am no longer as young
And with age
comes wisdom
or so I hope
and so I pray
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