It’s funny how people stop
Right here. Today.
And say
“HELP ME.”
Any other place they’d
Merely let it do
And say
“HELLO.”
But when they get to thinking
That they won’t be here tomorrow
We reach out, and I say
“OKAY.”
I’ll see you through this dismal hell
And yet, tomorrow, who can tell
If when we meet, you’ll not say
“WELL?”
And won’t know me.
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