It seemed
he should
be entitled
to more
to a
woman with
broad hips
children &
a stock
portfolio to
a short
vacation in
China to
a gold
nest egg
& a
full head
of hair
to a
diamond ring
that gleamed
in the
sun or
barring all
that a
small cottage
on a
beach somewhere
to smoke
his pipe
in &
ponder the
gray swell
of ocean.

But he
just kept
punching in
at his
day job
with legions
just like
him unaware
that each
other existed.

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