One Among

standing lonely amongst hundreds beside me a man, a small favor asked easily, I granted it to him and he replied "you're one in a million" I am one in a million which if we labor the math means maybe seven thousand more exactly like me, perhaps with more panache yet still it implies seven thousand other guys with thinning hair from fraying ends no need to pretend who dress somewhat plainly and reheat day-old drinks tell puns decidedly insanely no matter what anybody thinks I can't exactly decide whether that's a comforting thought or not six thousand, nine hundred, ninety nine other "me"s - seems a hellva lot should i argue, should i deny it? should i stand in a police lineup? and see if i am fingered for being one among many? cloned soul just like the rest of us with a blank expression on my face going through life nonplussed with neither adoration or disgrace well - no matter what is needed to bring significance to my day my emotions won't be depleted thinking there's a crowd just like me © Goode Guy 2013-08-27