Every day I try to read
Someone's biography I pick
At random from historical
Or contemporary obituaries
But it's like when I read
The dictionary searching
For the origin of a word
It only leads me to another life
And I have spent the morning
Absorbed in someone else's words
I think we come in cohorts
Each era nothing like the one before
So at first we don't recognize one
Another and have to be reminded
Of the others always around us
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