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It’s where you hang
your hat
but
it’s much more than that

It’s where old men
acknowledge you,
- you
along with the inevitable

it’s where you speak the
lingo
where big wooden handles
are handled
- pulled down slowly
to bring big beers

It’s a place suffocated
with your pain
a place
that has breathed new life
into each chapter
of your years

Both it and you
have fought against the tide
and stayed afloat
somehow

You’ve ran from it
a few times
and
it didn’t react

Just shrugged its shoulders and followed

It’s unavoidable
it burns against your skull
it knows you
and
it is you

yes
it’s where you hang your hat
but
it’s much more than that