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Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Poem Written in a Moment of Recognition As I'm Closing in on My 58th Birthday

Standing on the corner
Of 23rd and Seventh tonight
This old guy approached
And said to me:
Hey man can you
Spare some change
To get something to eat?
I’m nearly 58

And I said to him
I am too
As if to let him
Feel equal sympathy
For poor old me

And he looked at me
And said: You look
Pretty good for 58

And I said: You too
And I meant it
As I reached in my pocket
To thank him for the compliment
And he walked away
Equally grateful

For the brief exchange

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