in the past
i prose and ponder
i worry and wonder
Who is the She who i can serve
Who is the She who will have me
Now i know for sure the truth of
Who She is NO longer
and that the she i need the most
to serve and care for now
is this she -- me.
am i growing old or just up?
~~~
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