Briefly. Mostly strangers.
Friends, occasionally.
A colleague, now and then.
Me, daily, who, oddly,
Wants to reassure them.
The lesson’s hard to learn—
Worry about yourself
In dread of some future,
Pathetic, imagined,
All you want; nonetheless,
If someone sees you lost
In doubt by the wayside
And turns around to ask
You if you are alright,
You will jerk up your head
In surprise and squawk, Yeh,
Sure, I’m fine. That’s right, then.
You were fine all the time.
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