The Difference As I Grow Old
I used to look at others and wonder,
'What is it like to be different?'
Now I know that I am they,
and they are me, and the resultant we
are all just huddled here
around the fire, watching, silent,
content for just a moment
that the race of life has slowed.
Who would have thought
just a campfire
could do all that?
~
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