this foggy morning

gray wool mist of damp air

headlights dim on the road

children shepherded to school by their mothers


how like other definitive mornings of consciousness

I've had in this life

except that I was young then

and now being old the same feeling but seen


and felt from this end of the life

all the living strands of life tangled

in this one dull realization of how things are

and amazed how this is where I find myself


those who passed before were right in this

oh oh oh how brief this living is...




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