I recall that old man
Who turned to me in anger,
Impatient with my immaturity.
I did not recognize he was me.
I remember that young woman
Who cradled my hand in her hands,
Grateful for my kindness.
I did not realize she was me.
Now that I think on it,
It was often me,
Returning in disguise,
Trying to provoke.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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