Pieces of Life Assemble in Midtown

Young Being sought and sought, trekked and trekked,
Thought and thought..
Home held an inner compass though, that pointed consistently north.
Awake at dawn and a northern shadow,
Bedded at night under shading boughs.
It isn’t what Young had in mind, yet that's the way it was.

Mid Being fought and fought, married and married,
Bought and bought. 
A suitcase here a bungalow there, Mid Being traveled everywhere.
Awake in Jakarta with oxen and coffee,
Bedded in Bali with sandalwood flowers.
Mid Being wanted more, but that’s just the way it was.

Aging Being walks lightly, careful and carefree,
Rolling and tossing,
Falling softly with the pieces of  life, raw as a stone.
Up waiting for sap at the tip of a branch,
Down bound in corners with metal and  mirrors.
Aging Being picks and chooses, and that's the way it turns out.
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Life Convenes in Midtown




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