And middle age ends
The day your descendents
Outnumber your friends.
I don't get the whole Crossing The Border thing. The poem has nothing to do with the title. But it's still a good poem.
Clearly, too caught up in the present to see the forest for the trees.
" Crossing The Border" means entering into a new phase of life; like entering a new country. Get it?
A very brilliant and correct observation.
wise and inevitable
....The master speaks....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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