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Hopefully I will bring as big of a smile to your face as you have brought to mine by adding me
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When you get a chance please read some of my poetry blogs
much love to you and all you love
your poet , your new friend Benyahmen

for your son the poet from a old poet friend of mine

"old young old man"



I'm just an old man.  who's a young man who's a young man who's an old man.

A few years pass.  With less trace than a dandelion seed floating by: relatives go, friends move away to cities you never thought of, some friends change into house plants and some of them become enemies and if i water my enemies some might even grow into thorny friends.  That's what age means.  Injuries, habits with less reason than the sun, bodies change, ink runs, bellies grow with the grass, people lay down.  forever, because what wakes up one day goes back to sleep.  then one quiet afternoon there's some one you no longer know crying in the mirror with the etched lines at the eyes of an old man who's a young man remembering his life in the future that's now too late: this is the damp silence, and you know that death is something that men know about and always have.  This is the silence, because in the silence they still speak.  One of these voices is your father.  who you become.
but he has to leave before you know that you are your father. you are why.  he left.  Always, always.  They always come in pairs, and you can see it because you are the son or the father or the son who is the father who you become because sometimes the son is more the father than the father is.  That's the whole reason: so you can accept what he can give.  They always come in these pairs, these big storm clouds slowly watching each other at the far horizon of a great plain, and another that you can't see or even imagine but you know has to be there, before and after, and before even that, because you are one.  of them, and this is the taste of sweet rain, and it has never changed.

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