He sucked at sports
When he was young
Preferred the lake to sit
For hours reading by it
Or roaming the city streets
Entirely on his own
An old man in the disguise
Of an uncomfortably young body
From the first day he figured
There was something out there
Across the lake behind the faces
In a book or look that would fill
His heart with amazement
And prove he was no stranger
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