Uneven sidewalk,
looking through my bag, I fall
tumble to my side
now, I'm fifty-four
good morning, happy birthday
on my way to work
even the Metra
feels strange now from Evanston,
my first ride southbound
vengeance is zero
my palms scuffed, whom to complain
to, who must I chide
enjoy the train ride
sights and sounds, Cathy beside
me chats on her phone
nobody else cares
earbuds to block out all noise
I feel like a jerk
slip, fall, what a day
which way am I going, to see
not to see, I found
ignorance, a curse
crosses my lips, expletive
my voice speaks, not mute
deaf, dumb, and blind, truth
hides in knowledge, in neglect
attention, I own
eventually, mice
eat away to cut the thread,
when will I grow up
when will I become
the truth hidden in knowledge
faces show they know
as I grow older
honestly, I remain young
but unlike a pup
life throws obstacles
my way to avoid, deflect
if I take a blow
kindness falls like grace
manna from heaven, I live
I tumble and fall, cute
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