I have done nothing to deserve this.
I did not march.
I did not call.
I did not show up, when I said I would:
I went to dinner instead.
But I am here now,
on this day,
with all these people,
around the world,
and I am so happy I can cry.
I stand with the old guy
who flips Bush the bird.
I smile with the young boy
who gives out tickets for the show,
so carefully and intently.
This day is a gift
like so much in my life.
I have done nothing to deserve this,
but I am grateful all the same.
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