My colleagues laugh more in a day
Than I do in a year;
That’s just another way to say
You’re nowhere if not here.

It isn’t that I’m mortified
Or nurse a broken heart;
I just don’t see the funny side,
And that sets me apart.

And, when the sunlight strikes my face,
I feel no special mirth;
I’ve known how heat traverses space
Since long before my birth.

I’ve lived a thousand times or more;
That’s why I’m seen as such a bore.

Photo by Дмитрий Хрусталев-Григорьев on Unsplash

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