Stranger
love has become stranger
the more older it becomes
With years of doing being seeing
Shot down
with guns
That mark the
beginning
And the ending
Of a race
In which there are no winners
Only competitors
Competing with each other for their share
Of the losses
Love is the strange
Kindness of losses
Softening wit and reason
The rise and fall
of waves
At tomorrows days
full of yesterdays
misunderstanding
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poem by Yvette Smith
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