Old freedom

In the time when the dreams 
outnumbered the incidents of life
we couldn’t know that fun
even fun
fades away: with age, with wear
with the invisible gravity
of care that shuns
the unfamiliar and the unplanned;
even so,
from time to time,
safe company, safe circumstances
invite the belly laugh that hurts, the silly dances
and in that moment
when everything makes sense that doesn’t,
we recognise ourselves
for what we are: children
of freedom.

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