Where Do I Fit In?
29 August, 2013
Author: Shiloh
I wonder where I fit in...
You can see an old farmer,
and he looks like a farmer.
You can see a trainman
and know that's what he is.
You can see an old cop and know by his face
that he's still a cop deep inside.
There's just no way to mistake
the eyes of an old soldier,
and a grease monkey's hands -
they just give it away.
There are so many lives
and so many titles....
but I wonder where I fit into it all.
Can you see me and know anything
more than what you see?
Can you look at me and say,
"I've been where you were."?
I walk along,
and I can see what you were,
but can you see what I was,
or even what I am?
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| JMarshall (72.84.206.30) -- Thursday, September 19 2013, 02:25 am If you'll look over your shoulder you'll see me walking along with you. This poem says so much, and the crazy thing is I understand too clearly. |
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