The bell curve of life

Little stories tucked under my pillow, seldom told.
Our memories, faded yet vibrant, gathering mold, growing old.
Eminence of forty,
a little naughty,
a little spotty.
Bell curves and learning,
life turning,
a candle burning.
Mere mortals we are,
life close, life far.
Clinging to our memories and sometimes evading reality,
meaningless relations, shallow cordiality,
Losing steam yet clinging to vitality.
Silently the wheels are turning,
the bell curve of learning, a candle burning.