Reflections ***
We have a stationary bike
does not go down the road
and we as well in small circles
walk up our hill alone.
There are others with us
out corners of the eyes
texting little flashes
hits our parts inside.
Thoughts learn to be silent
feelings cast their fears
dreamers do not sleep at night
await their new careers.
The time of year for new is here
while old still wants to ride
wandering small circles
words hardly heard they say.
"Sorry" been one whispered
for some odd thing or other
fifty years ago too late
long past oh dear cousin.
Weavers of the lifetime coat
threads the mind abides
button up it's cold out here
another year resigned.
Lonely is the mountain pass
not always a great day
you and I together now
are still around and pray.
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