Here in the land of won and loss.
We are getting old and feeling run.
Where you figure out how far to fall.
From the edge of be someone.
Anonymous here in shadows.
Playing gangster games at night.
There are whispers about retirement.
No fears or end in sight.
I’m enjoying all this living.
Not all loss is pain and bent.
I’ve been reading under candle light.
Dostoevsky’s paid the rent…
Dennis Mantin 
What a beautiful piece! 🌙✨ I love how your words flow with both reflection and a quiet, almost mischievous energy. The mix of life’s struggles with moments of simple joy—like reading Dostoevsky by candlelight—gives it such depth. Truly evocative and thoughtful! 👏📖
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