With nothing to look forward to,
I turn towards the past
And see the ranks of those I knew –
The whole original cast.
The heroes and the commonplace,
The fighters and the wimps
And those who longed to see God’s face
But couldn’t get a glimpse;
The scholars and the acrobats,
The patient and the kind
And all the former democrats
Who progress left behind.
Although it seems they can’t have been,
Those were the circles I moved in.
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