Here is a poem I wrote some years back at a change-of-decade birthday. It acknowledges a particular effect of growing older upon this writer, and I suspect it may also apply to many others, whether they write poetry or prose.
POET’S BIRTHDAY
When squeezed within the tentacles of youth,
I darted out free verse, pursuing time.
Now revolutions mellow into truth,
And age has made me less adverse to rhyme.
Kenneth Alan Moe
