a few short miles

fortunate are those
who find themselves in their place
and whose life flows gently around them
like a calm stream around a submerged rock

everything comes and goes

people come and go

and we, we stay just where we are

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fortunate are those firmly rooted
whose life piles on like more topsoil
so that even a bitter wind changes nothing

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when all is said and done
what matters may be how much we mattered
or else, how certain those remaining,
could feel that we have not truly left

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the ties that come to bind us
together are Given and made

i get it, i finally get it
but maybe i got it too late

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there’s nothing quite so wonderful as being alone
until alone is all that’s left

and we are left wondering how to catch
that train, that would have taken us on a known track
with known ones
and on which the only stops would have been
tenderness, love
and a little grief
for a few short miles,
before the end