Sunday, September 20, 2009

Dear Old Man,

They have written so many songs about you.
They ask you about growing older,
losing your youth,
asking for your advice
on everything.
How different are we
from each other?
Your face is the same
yet different each time
I see you.
I know you are tired,
weary. I should
let you get back
to sleep.
Don't say anything,
tell me
the next time
we see each other.

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