Among my friends
who will finish their race
next year.
And I,
who have run part of the race with them-
only to stop just short of the finish line;
I have yet to start at the beginning again
when I could have won already.
They fill their heads
with new ideas -
the cure for cancer perhaps.
My head harbors only
musty bits of numbers-
integrals, matricies,
what is orthogonal again?
Yes. Numbers and words.
Bits of foreign language
that would hardly be understood.
They have collected so much dust
that you cannot even tell
what colors azul and rouge
originally were.
Not that it matters.
Most people speak English
and my friends are long gone
Away to new places
that I am sure would not even consider
taking me in.
No. I will stick to my
baking, and my video games
and pretend this is all
I could ever want.
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