The Reunion Pile Poem by Chris Schleier, Jr.

Stay near, but watch your step.
I am old in weeks, yet strong in numbers.
You and I aren't that different.
I have veins, and skin. I am rooted,
as a ship in the harbor, to where I
plan on staying. It's been hard lately...
Many friends have made the long trip
down. Sometimes, meeting death near home,
sometimes the gusts of fate carry friends,
like Franklin, far out of sight. I feel like
I'm near my end. I look down and smile,
on a calm autumn evening,
as I snap and fall free to the reunion pile below.