Perspective

I’m not trying to fit in anymore
Not trying to fit in those old, outdated jeans
Skinny, faded, weathered, acid or baggy
Not trying to fit in time for those I love
Children, friends, acquaintances, someone to marry
Not a kid trying to fit in at the lunch table
Table for two, three, six and twenty
The years go by and I can’t remember a time that wasn’t perfectly fitting.

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