The Younger Me

The younger me

met the older me

somewhere in California

 

Familiar, yet

unfamiliar we looked

at each other, sizing up the changes

and the time gone by,

 

Funny how, the older me

can more easily recognize

what and who, I used to be

and why the road has led

me here,

 

The younger me would never

imagine living other places

and meeting foreign influences,

becoming, a foreigner

myself,

 

Here is to you, my younger self

and your undreamed, dreams

that have become

me, myself

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