Self Reliance
Independent.
Self reliant.
Alone--
Picking up stones in a quarry.
Sixty, seventy, eighty years old,
Clearly on the downward spiral,
But as she bends over,
A need within me rises,
And I realize:
There is hope for me yet.
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