A Different Life
How much more different,
And happier,
My life might have been
If it had only happened to someone else.
But then happiness is a choice, not a condition.
I sit here, now, and wonder how
And by what route I have come to be
Who and what I am.
Old, to some almost derelict,
Unreal at times, even to myself,
A not altogether innocent victim
Of the sheer randomness of living
And that inexorable juggernaut…
Time.
Copyright © Jim Slaughter | Year Posted 2024
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