The Journey

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generations

Who I was and who I am met together one day.
Who I am smiled with love at who I was.
Who I was looked with wonder at who I am.
Who I was apologized to who I am,
and who I am said, “Don’t.
It all happened for a reason.”
And as they were realizing what they meant to each other,
Who I will be entered the room,
whispered hello,
and beckoned them both
to follow.

 

 


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