when I rise from my recliner
and am a bit bent over
as I walk along
I feel like a gorilla.


But then, I ask myself:
“How do I know
what a gorilla feels like?”


I make assumptions
about things I do not know.


I don’t really know
what it feels like
to be you
nor do you know
what it feels like
to be me.


But there may be times
as time goes by
when we ought to try
to know each other


And maybe
if I visited a zoo
I’d better understand
the gorilla.

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