Overlap Poem, by eckardcb, at My poetic side

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