Someday, when you are twenty-four and walking through <br />The street of a foreign city... <br />Let me go with you a little way, <br />Let me be that stranger you won't notice. <br />And when you turn and enter a bar full of young men <br />and women, and your laughter rises, <br />Like the stones of a path up a mountain, <br />To say that no one has died, <br />I promise I will not follow.<br /><br />Larry Levis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blue-stone/
