ABOUT ME
What is there about me?
Light and color are about me.
They run about this body they built me, these clothes they dressed me in.
They dance about my whole corner of the world.
What else?
Lots and lots of things!
Things of different people...
...things of different times.
Some of them talk so much, more than me!
Others say little, so little that I can forget they're even there.
But eventually, they all have something to say about themselves, about me.
Are any people about me?
Yes, people are about me, day by day.
They talk up a storm, more than anyone I know;
but still, they talk less than they used to, and listen less, too.
It's getting an awful lot quieter about me.
When it gets really quiet,
When all the people go away,
And everyone else is asleep,
That's when I really think about this - about me.
So many around here have gone silent, and the people act like they don't exist.
And so much of my body has gone numb.
There's still so much light and color and people and things and talk around,
But I can't help but worry that every year, there's less.
Will there come a time when there's nothing left about me?
What will it be like then?
Still, I can't know that right now.
Not everyone's about me less now; there are some who are about me more than ever.
The less the others show up, the more they do.
Maybe I can learn something from them.
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