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Gumption
The cap is the same
i wore growing into manhood.
It's faded over time
like my hair
but has the gait and gumption
of youth and maturity
which helped me scale mountains
skid on the slopes
and now trudge on the dotted line
to a vantage point
where I blink at the Sun
with shaded eyes
holding onto my cap
not letting it blow away
by winds of time.
It now has a companion
a stick
to walk rest of the miles
with my thoughts
into mysterious tomorrows.
