I watched an old man in the library

Who dressed the same way that I do.

I wondered what books he checked out

If he enjoyed my favorite books, too.

I spoke to a man at the gym

Who wore the same shoes as me.

He said he bought the same New Balances for thirty years

And it’s a future of mine I can see.

I used to scoff when my dad played the Beatles

But I shuffle them mindlessly now.

The same songs he sang then

I’m not sure how I lived without.

I share so much with people

I swore I couldn’t be less like.

We’re all made of the same stuff I guess

And I guess that’s part of life.