Never

Seeing that man on the street I thought to myself

“That will never be me.”

Seeing that woman with the wrinkled eyes and the bags below them I thought to myself

“That will never be me.”

…

Seeing my reflection in the pond I thought to myself

“That can not be me”

Seeing my hand reach out for spare change or a warm meal I thought to myself

“That can not be me.”

…

Seeing what I once was I thought to myself

“That will never be me again”