You wouldn't even know me
If we met again today.
That burgeoning idealist
Was forever sent away.
Still more thoroughly destroyed
Was his forty-year life plan.
I simply laugh off accidents
That would kill a lesser man.
The pain that bothered me back then
Was less than today's “not that bad,”
But thinking of you aches in places
I thought I forgot that I had.
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