the old man
in the beret at the coffee shop,
takes
me by the elbow and says,
if I knew then
what I know now,
the mistakes I wouldn't have
made,
the missteps
and guffaws, boy, I tell
you, how different my
life would be if
I could go back into that time
machine and
change a few things.
the roads I left
untraveled,
the crazy women I married.
I must have been out
of my cotton picking mind
when I was younger,
he says, shaking his head.
I nod and pat him on the back,
me too brother,
I tell him, me too.
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