New World is Old World

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I watch my son on the playground

Relishing in the joy of these children experiencing existence for the first time

Moved by the dimensional parallels between all stages of life

A little girl falls, gets a scrape and cries

A thirty-five-year-old woman wipes a tear from her eyes 

Recalling reveries from when her world was young

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