Is This Us
Is this you
Is this me
Is this us
Curled up in bed
Each night
Like an S
Aging in place
Changing face
Each day
Seemingly at a snail’s pace
Yet cumulatively
At a pace
as if in a race
at the end of a long chase
At the finish line
check the DNA
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