stranger in a foreign land
I’ve lost my way or so it seems
streets and faces anything but familiar
I fear I may have awakened from
another man’s dream
transplanted if you may
and tasked to piece together a past
found in this place and time
I did not ask for this life
but neither do I recall the former
where people knew my name
and I learned to grow old reluctantly
but now I find myself young again
sensing purpose in my gait
as I continue to weave
my way through this
city of diversity
beginning to believe
there is purpose yet to be found
june two thousand nineteen
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Very good!!
Thank you, Wanda.
You’re welcome