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Against the day I am powerless
so I rise to face it in the mirror. Finding a vaguely familiar face I wash it, shave it, prepare it for a world that will not see it. The children are first off the mark. They are young and carry less weight. When does it change? When will they feel gravity as if for the first time? My wife is next to leave. She carries the weight so gracefully it looks effortless. The strength of this Woman keeps it all from collapsing in on us. The weight that is mine comes in pieces I can barely lift. They are in my chest, on my back, arms and legs. Without crutches I am hopeless, cannot walk out the door. This weight is not the same for you and me. This weight has a cost. This weight demands its due. This weight exacts its toll. This weight commands we each have our own price to pay.
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