What if the boy I was
Just happened to bump into
The man I've become
Him fifteen me eighty
It was a long walk to school
And often he didn't make it
So it could have happened
In some art gallery or riding
A streetcar to the end of the line
Swallowed up in some book
Missing his stop again
Me asking what are you reading
Him glancing up from the pages
What must be our life my friend
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