Pruning New hobbies, new toys, And so involved in them, I become Unaware of other, former joys. The whole of me, after all, is the sum Of energy which can't be destroyed Or made. And so, I'm numb To the old, alert to the new; Forsaking those for which my heart flew. And such is the world: progress-- Building the future on the past's mess.
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