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Rolling down the highway
Eyes shut for a NY minute
Woke into a dream
That’s lasted nearly half a lifetime
Changes had to be made
Patience with myself
With others
New limits to set
And overcome
Or not
Finding things I like or don’t
Rubbing shoulders with Death
So often I almost know them
But there are perks:
New people, new places
A thousand open doors
And this new chair
0 to 15 in two seconds
I’m flying