Coming back after a time

The years have run, I shudder at the time
The day is nearly over, but it begins again.
I return to the half written book, the half read book of poems.
I begin to write again as if no days have passed.
I show that age is not the problem,
It is thinking, and not thinking.
I start to write again.

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