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When I'm Like Them - July 14, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Jul 13
  • 1 min read

I live in an age, when the time

I have left is in a race

with a despairing future

 

there is a saying, something about

the old and how they’ve earned

the right to do whatever they want

 

I could easily sit back, do nothing

and enjoy the days and nights

I have remaining, and yet,

 

have you ever seen people in walkers

and wheel- chairs become

the centerpiece of a demonstration?

 

the visual of those so close to

letting go of this world, fighting

for a future they may never see

 

is such a powerful slap to the face

of injustice that I want to do that,

I will when I’m like them - support

a just cause in the middle of

a horde of youth gathered around

 

and won’t that be a lift for me,

smothered by all that passion

 
 
 

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