Forty-nine

At forty-nine I look around,

see countless-footprints molded ground

that led me to this place

in time.  Observe, these footprints

aren’t all mine.

I recognize a varied hoard

that walked awhile or jumped aboard

one stop or maybe two

along my way,  they left a mark

that came to stay.

Dhaka 2016

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