I used to be young
Got tired of that and changed
Into my older self 
Raising appreciation of own weaknesses
Without getting too deep into
Or too far ahead of self
In the middle of my age 
I am so middle aged I can eat words
Without contracting my stomach
Cringing your smile at me
Back in the days that were
I used to be young
It isn’t far, but unreachable.

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