Young poets bewail the passing of love; old poets, the passing of time. There is surprisingly little difference.
Some live in a state of passionate indecision.
Enough is ever-receding.
The cow's point of view deserves more literary attention.
There are different rules for reading, for thinking, and for talking. Writing blends all three of them.
When love and adventure are finished, it's nice to have getting and spending to fall back on.