Can you remember
when you “discovered”
that there were people
smarter then you?


Most likely you were in school —
a collection place
for spawning memories.


Maybe you didn’t spend much time
considering your IQ.


Is it strange that I think about this now
as I gather with a group of ancient peers
and wonder what they did with their lives.


Their appearance in their old bodies
is not a revelation of their former prowess.


There is no way I can compare myself
with a hundred ancient souls
but as I see them
I sometimes wonder
how their “prime of life”
might have been.


When they see me
they don’t know what’s on my mind –
although maybe
they are still smart enough
to guess.


What do they think of me?

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