Old And Young

Two ends of the table, one soul
Connected by fate, separated by ignorance
As one slowly snores, the other quickly plays
Not realising their connection
One old, one young
Not hearing, not saying
Look up
Stop
Connected, at last
Different, together
Strange, in the same way
Nobody knows, understands. Nobody realises
Old and young. Bright and frail
Different,
But the same.

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