42
I’ve reached a middle point in life, I think
where if I stretch my arms out either side
my finger tips can very nearly reach
the boy I was and older man I’ll be
and treat those two imposters just the same.
I realise, of course, that I’m the One
who cheats himself the way that those two can’t
and if I stretch my arms out either side
of life, the universe or anything
I’ll be the only one that I can blame.
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