I am lost in my own smallness
I work in bits of time
My attention shifts
And I shift it
Away from prolonged effort
I am lost in my own smallness
Working is less important
Than entertaining myself
My excuse is old age
But the truth is
I never had courage and persistence enough
I was always small
But now I am smaller still
Little bits of writing are all I do
And I am not much of anything at all.
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