The Bean Eaters...Gwendolyn Brooks

Caught in the sameness, a maize in the fog
they move slowly through, feeling their way
only to meet themselves around each corner.                  
The journey is cruel, snags in the path, faith in each other                                           
their only support in the patchwork of life.
But time is relentless....Fears and tears, joy and sorrow,                                  
It shows us the past but laughs at the future.
Suddenly the fog clears, who are these old people partaking alone in                         
the sadness, surrounded by the remnants of a lifetime of struggle..                  
They survived the maize only to meet themselves again in twilights
dark corner of a place called nowhere,