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Overlap

I sit here in his room 
At his warm bedside,
Sweet moment in time
Where our souls collide
 
Who would ever suspect
This man, eighty-seven,
Would become my dear friend
To share in life’s questions?
 
I’d like to spread out
Maps of us on the table
Timelines and histories, 
A lovely portrayal
 
Of all our differences
Contrasted by how
We resemble each other 
Both human, here Now 
 
To walk with those older—
An honor, a gift 
Lives combined at a time
When we both still exist 
 
So as we connect 
It’s sacred, perhaps
In this shared space and time
Where our lives overlap