The words of a stranger hit home today.
I took his words and made them mine.
Not in plagiarism, not in rhyme.
I simply saw myself in his words.
Words he did not speak for me,
But nevertheless they spoke to me.
I saw how I have been feeling, and living,
Through an old mans view on life.
They were beautiful, true, and cut like a knife.
They pared away the guilt I've felt,
For how I've been feeling and living.
Closing my eyes to loss, and focusing on giving.
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