Floating overhead helpless as clouds
To be superseded by our wills
Their outcomes and their outgrowths
Some days it must be hard for them
Having every good thing refused
And sometimes even our dead friends
And family watching anxiously
From the sidelines as when
We were first learning to swim
Again on this side of things
Or walk or talk as children
When we still knew everything
This strange world wanted from us
And brought it all to give
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