come so far so hard upon
the trail of where
I went once without
care for how it would look
to others
damn it was easy
when I was young and
all I had for care was
residual longing
to belong
now that’s gone
to regret and guilt
but on the poor corner
I look like a king
to everyone but me
if I had a dollar for
every dollar I didn’t keep
when it was in my hand
I’d still be one broke bastard
looking for my confident used to be
with the take for granted hair
and the body that didn’t look like
this betrayal of a Creator’s fabled image
I used to be just beautiful enough
to believe in God
and now there’s a mistake in every pore
and the distance to travel has wrinkles
and mountains and mutant caverns
I wish I could catch up to the youth I was
spin him around kiss him and say don’t be a fool
you are going to die too soon
and it’s going to be your own fault
and people are going to wail over you
and dogs are gonna fight over your bones
and this is how will be forever
look me in the eye
and tell me
you are glad I exist
that I caught up to you
and you are fine with having made me
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