It seems I know
What’s coming on. I’m too
Old to be invited, anymore, I know
What’s coming on, continuing on!

I know I know
There’s nowhere left to be an
Old me, happenstance happens.
I know.

I know I’ll always know, I know,
What came before would come
Again. I’m an old me, of doubtful heritage;
I know!

It seems I go
Where I can, coming into being,
Old enough to know better.
What’s coming next continues on.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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