We have all walked down the road and seen someone less fortunate and in that instance we have thought about our own families, and escaped to them and felt relieved in the fact that we are not like the others. We feel like our own, and we are proud of the fact. So the eyes turn away and we merrily go on our way feeling infallible. And as children, we cling to our unbreakable fathers, and sigh sweet relief as we sit in the shadow of him glowing. And at school, we don't feel like some of the other kids, it's like a comfort zone of inner knowing. The boy who had the buck teeth and the smelly clothes we did not know what it was to be like him, or so we thought as we caught a glimpse of our higher self, a picture of health, a better reflection, in a different mirror. But as one grows and sees his father break down in tears he who was the sturdy rock of progression, faultering it is then, we start to see everyone as ourselves not just as people named upon shelves, likely to cave in before us. We see the man in the street take two steps with his walking frame,then stop to catch his breath, dragging his heavy feet on the pavement. Two messengers of travel becoming two burdens of age, We see ourselves becoming him, and feel sorry for seeing him, then we become him. We watch the crowds whistle past him like the wind trying to forget him. But he doesn't forget the past and how it moved so fast and amounted to this. before his stars and their immortalness burnt out and began to reminisce, when dreams were things wonders were made of tenderly, and old age would never come to be. But now my Dad whom I dearly love shows me he is flesh and blood, and not the man I can jump inside to hide from life, like I once did to escape and make myself and him higher than life itself. The old man shows me reality, the darker marching mortal clarity that only hopes it ages without pain, and the boy with the smelly clothes now has a name he shows me a place poised with his pain The pain of being the same -- and I feel ashamed that I could not love him like a brother.