Some looking the same while others new inventions,
Some with different coloured hair and others with thinning,
Some still learning and others still choosing not to learn.
More chapters in every story,
Woe and joy mixed up
Like a cocktail we’re now old enough to drink.
All those years ago I had been in a storm,
And though I didn’t know all of them
They were the other rocks that the spray fell on.
I the most prominent point
For the breakers to break upon
In the tempest of my youth,
But they were there too
And I mustn’t forget that when
People at home left
They never did.
Stupid, smart, ugly, and cute alike
Their familiarity something I could count on.
Ten years later and I’m nearly rebuilt,
Strong and safe and surely surrounded by love
As I near completion I’m reminded
Their may be some stones here yet worth keeping.
– Vagabond Prophet
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