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Spring/Summer Collection.

The windows are closed and the heat hurts my stomach,
The old man on the bus harps on about his life,
And I listen and nod and pretend that I care.
The boy with the smile does what he does and
imprints his face on my mind again.
And now the old man transforms into him,
And I care without pretence and take in every word.

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  • erininthesky
    June 4, 2007

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    This is great... It describes something so real, so innocent yet not.. I don't even know how to describe it, I just love your work. Keep it up! ♥ Erin


  • Lucca
    June 3, 2007

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    omg that is probably my favorite poem that i have ever read. i love the way you write its so simple but can mean so much!!!


  • susanhaley
    June 3, 2007

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    Excellent

    It's deep . . . but I love deep. I love the imagery when you suddenly realize the old man is the embodiment of the 'once' boy. Then, you realize the wonder and the wisdom and absorb the 'life'. Excellent.

    Susan Haley


  • ProudMomma
    June 3, 2007

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    THIS IS WONDERFUL!!! SHORT AND SWEET I LOVE IT! I'M GONNA READ MORE OF UR POETRY I LOVE THIS ONE I'M SURE EVERYONE IS JUST AS GOOD... I REALLY LIKE THIS ONE I LIKE HOW THE LITTLE BOY TURNS INTO THE OLD MAN IT MAKES THE PEICE AND MASTERPIECE!

  • oldpoets
    June 3, 2007

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    I had to read this a couple of times to understand where you were coming from. A nice thought showing respect for the ageing.

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