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In the longer span of all things and not
attrition and exhaustion sets in,
sitting by the river, eventually your
old enemies corpse flows by,
but then you realize you got old too,
and downstream there's
somebody else waiting for yours,
like ancestral lines.
Ha! in youths day when time was
in front of us, on our side
but like water... the sharp stone
becomes round, the fish
and eels they all swim around it.
What is there but this
Ah! if you were my foe or friend,
I salute you for catchin' it. |