by Robert Lloyd Jaffe
I love them, one and three
and often, in happy moments
wish time would let us be
Have walked through an ancient cemetery
them clinging to my legs and arm
leaning on me, heavily
And handed over my umbrella
Standing there, wet and hungry
with a smile
wondering where I fit
and why I'm here
when it's raining, they really need
But even on those sunny green days
when they take time to show me
I still don't think
that they care to know me
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am an observer and listener of the music of life. Where I find cadence, I find my interest and passion directed. It can be sound, light, smell, or purely an experience of thought. The sky, the sea, the mountains, and the machines that allow me to explore those places draw my attention, and give me serenity.
Last updated May 06, 2016