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down, but not out
a rare day
off.
sitting al fresco during
a visit to my favorite
coffee house.
a gentleman passes
by,
two large backpacks
with suitcase in
tow.
we make eye
contact,
I ask,
"how's it going?"
he responds,
"well...i'm still here,
man."
time had carved a
masterpiece of
weariness
on his
face.
he smiled and
moved
on.
"I'm still here,
man..."
yep,
that's all we
get.
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