Two fools
Bickering
Like the old man
That one is
And in the night
The other
Thinking himself weathered
Stares himself into oblivion
Looking through
His too full eyes
And too open heart
Wondering while knowing
That the old man does the same
For they are but one
Who hit a fork
And split so hard
Sharing roots
Breaking branches
Faulting each other
Wishing
What might have been
Might someday be
And what is
Will someday be lost
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